Dear Mr. or Ms. Inventor of Patterns for Pumpkin Carving,
I felt it was necessary to write you a letter to tell you one thing. I have decided you are EVIL!
I am also wondering if you will send me your address so that I may send you the doctor bill. What doctor bill, you ask?? The doctor bill for the carpal tunnel syndrome I am quite certain I have developed over the past two hours. Two hours of sawing a thick-skinned pumpkin using one of your darn patterns and the world's smallest saws (one of which is called "the comfort grip saw" -- ha!) (see exhibit B)
Sure, you can argue that no one FORCED me to buy your silly pattern book and undertake the adventure of carving a pirate skull face into a pumpkin. (see exhibit A) And perhaps it looks easy -- like it did not take much effort at all. HA! Two hours I tell you! TWO!! I ask you -- what has happened to the days of jack-o-lanterns with their happy triangle-shaped eyes and toothy square smiles???
Finally -- did I mention I have THREE children and have yet to carve two of their pumpkins?? I believe pumpkin number two is expected to depict a spider hanging from a web. Wish me luck with that one.
Pumpkin number three is anyone's guess. I am keeping my fingers crossed that my four-year old will love the idea of some rockin' triangle and square shapes carved into his pumpkin!
(Actually... should my children be thrilled with the outcome of my efforts, I will cut you some slack and all will be forgiven. But you are still getting that doctor bill I mentioned earlier!)
That is all for now. Happy Halloween!
Yesterday after church we made a short trip to Borders bookstore. My husband had another errand to run and so he dropped the kids and me off with the words, "Promise me you won't buy anything." To which I simply had to reply "I'll TRY not to buy anything." The bookstore is worse than Target for me -- I could probably bankrupt us buying books -- especially for the kids. I can always find books I would love to have in our collection. My hubby constantly says, "The kids have enough books!" After 12 years of marriage you would think he would have figured out that I do not believe in such an absurd idea -- ENOUGH books -- ha! Not even possible! 


