I'll milk Halloween for as long as I can

Carrie is currently carving her pumpkin. So far there's been one "Yay!", one "Aw, shit!" and no blood.

I don't know that she ever told me what stencil she finally decided to use. I'll go find out.

She still doesn't know; she's not doing cleaning it out yet. This explains the lack of blood.

I'll keep you posted.

I'm going to carve my pumpkin tomorrow. I prefer to do my carving outside (as for some fucked up reason I make less of a mess outside than inside). I'm going to do a puking pumpkin and I don't want the guts to dry out.

The porch is small, so we're going to set them on a table next to the stairs so we don't have to worry about trick-or-treaters tripping over them.

Bad enough we have to worry about them falling into the bushes.