No matter how you cut it, pumpkin gutting is by far the most aggravating part of the procedure. Isaiah “can’t stand the tentacles – they just won’t come off!” And as if that wasn’t funny enough, “tentacles” mistakenly turn into “testicles” and it was just too hilarious for Colby and I to hold it together long enough to correct Isaiah’s mistake.
Because we’re geniuses, we outsmarted the market, kicked the crazy intricate patterns to the curb and designed a few of our own. The joke, however, was on us as it took us forever to get our pictures drawn on paper – much less transferred to pumpkins.
Let me just make a pit-stop here and say when you’re old, transferring is a painful process…when you’re outside in the cold…and it gets dark. Your hands block the meager glow of the flashlight, your knuckles seize up and lock into place from your death grip on your poker, and your back and neck ache from slumping over trying to eyeball just what in the world you’re doin’. Yet, you trudge on ‘cause you “just have a little bit more”. But once you’re finished transferring, you’re golden! Or so you think.
Nothing matches the joy of finally having your design on your pumpkin… except for carving it out! Just as painful as transferring – because your fingers are permanently cramped into place – only you get the satisfaction of actually getting to stab your frustrations out on something. I use the term “stab” loosely since those little carvers are about the size of toothpicks.
This year’s winner was yours truly.
…followed by Monkey who came in only 5 minutes or so behind me.
Colby came in a distant third – like way distant – like an hour. ‘Cause his eyes were giving him trouble – bwahahahahaha!
1 comments:
Looks like fun (except for the cold, stiff hands).
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