her 15 minutes of fame

Why I allow these evil activities to take place in my kitchen is a mystery to me.

The gutting of an innocent pumpkin? Such unnecessary gore.

But Friend .014 ( her chosen moniker, I assure you) barged through our front door & asked so very politely: "Can I carve one of your pumpkins, Mama Hull?" -and I caved in to her request.

After the deed was done, this scary orange member of the squash family perched on the window sill while we watched "O Brother, Where Art Thou."And now I post all about it because Friend #.014 begged me to do so.

The End.