Each Halloween, I try to recapture that childhood feeling of excitement for this holiday. I strive to straddle the line of cuteness and originality, as I did here, at the tender age of five. That's hard to do when you can't quite fit into those "Thrifty's" plastic costumes.
PS, I think that kid next to me is actually carrying a prop bomb. Try bringing THAT to the annual school parade nowadays!
Note to self: Next time you bake, don't wear an iPod. You may miss the sound of a full bottle of soy sauce tipping in the refrigerator, and won't notice anything until you happen to turn and see brown liquid seeping from the bottom of the fridge. All over the floor. And then be forced to sponge up soy sauce as your royal icing is slowly hardening on the counter.
But I digress…so I bought the annual pumpkins to carve for my annual carving party, only to have raccoons attempt to beat me to the punch. I tried several methods to keep them away:
The "Thing" approach:
The "Creepy Doll" approach:
The pumpkin carving party was going quite well, until I noticed a bit of bullying going on in one corner. Had to put a stop to that nonsense.
Creepy as Cowpoke:
Halloween night and the pumpkins finally enjoy their hour of glory!
But all good things must come to an end - and so must the pumpkins. Left to rot. Organically.
Funny, the raccoons don't seem interested in them now.