The Day After
M and M stomach aches. Grease paint on the pillow cases. The stench of pumpkin pulp on the front porch. And yet, no regrets... not really. Could have gone a little easier on the apple cider with the little cardboard-cinnamon sticks.
posted by Dave K at
6:15 AM
2 Comments:
Oh, man. I've always found the smashed pumpkin terribly depressing. I've been worrying about mine since I put them out.
SJ+B
Yeah. Somehow our Jack O' Lantern remains, to this moment, in tact, pre-smashed, on our front porch. Don't know how that happened (or didn't happen) Let's see if he makes it through the weekend!
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