A squash is a squash...

Halloween is almost upon us and that can only mean one thing...actually, it could mean several things, but most importantly for me, it means Mandy's birthday. Of the other less important things that Halloween signifies, pumpkin carving. Last night I carved the first pumpkin myself of my life. Mandy brought the pumpkin in, did the outline that she wanted and then said, "here." Everyone knows that I am terrible with numbers so naturally when I see the sign at the pumpkin place that says $.18 lb, I'm like, sweet I can get one of those big ole honking pumpkins and its only going to cost like a dollar. Well, either I'm not a good judge of weight or am worse with numbers than I thought, that joker cost me like 8 bucks. So needless to say, as I am carving it with a filleting knife I start kicking myself for getting such a big pumpkin. The walls of this thing are like 5 inches thick. Anyway, this is what it looked like last night after I got done with it. We roasted the seeds and ate like 10 of them until I was about to throw up. I'm glad pumpkin seed roasting time only comes around once a year. Last night also marked the end of the World Series. Not that I really cared because my team was at their respective homes watching on their home theater systems. Gas has finally got down under $3 a gallon here, thank goodness. So anyway, like I was saying before I thought of that stupid pumpkin, Mandy's birthday is tomorrow. She will be....23...yes, that is correct. And I went out on a ledge and defied the "you don't have to get me anything," bull that I was given last week. I'm pretty sure she is going to enjoy what I got her, although since my money is now her money and her money is my money, it's like she bought herself something except, I bought it...oh well, at least I am covered because I didn't fall for the don't get me anything line.