was totally an accident. Not staged. Like, flippin' through my pictures, and I'm all
"dude, my husband has no head. AWESOME!"
Anywho, we are those
But not anymore. Ho, no.
See, the kids were begging to visit the pumpkin patch, and the surroundings looked like this.
And the sky looked like this.
(except it was better in real life).
And the homies were like this.
And the husband had no head.
Oh, I already mentioned that.
And the place had this sign,
and it like, actually spelled "expecially". Take a look.
check out that white trash kid with shorts and a jacket on. Hehehe.
Oh wait. Crap.
The minute I saw those red ones, I knew they had to be mine.
Mine. .. .my precious. . .
And so, we like, picked one for every person in the fam-dam.
So their can be six cute little pumpkins all in a row, one for everyone!
I know. I threw up a little in my mouth, too, and it's my own family.
Um, I'm just curious if anyone ever buys these warty ones. They're so cool.
And yet they're so gross. I feel like they need to be picked and squeezed.
Anywho, my kids were kind of T.O.'d when they found out we weren't gonna let them carve them this soon. No reason to have them rot before Halloween.
So we took to decorating them with vinyl.
Okay, yeah. . .
I can see why this would be disappointing. But hey, we get to double decorate these, right?