Tonight David and I carved pumpkins during a video chat.
I know how to carve a mean pumpkin.
His were much more jolly, but the Internet died before I was able to take a screen shot for you all.
I’m proud to report that all of my digits are still intact, which is quite a miracle considering my “good knives” are a cheapo hand-me-down set from Cora’s pre-matrimonial life. I really hope that having a pumpkin on my porch isn’t going to attract a weird swarm of Southern insects.
Should I start taking bets on how this tale will end?
