Ooooo.... Spooky....

My house is a tennis ball graveyard. I'm not going to say who is responsible, but I'll give you a hint. He has four paws, lots of fur and big brown eyes. Tennis anyone?

Let me tell you something else. My dad and I went to the farm a while ago for the harvest festival and I found a pumpkin that was having an identity crisis. It thought it was popcorn. I picked it so it would feel better. Now I have a pumpkin. Yay for pumpkins. I thought maybe I would carve it as follows:

1. Take pumpkin out to driveway.
2. Smash pumpkin with baseball bat.
3. Draw chalk outline around smashed pumpkin.
4. Put up police caution tape.
5. Put up sign labeling display as "Halloween: Life on the Streets"

However, if I did that, I would not have any pumpkin for making pumpkin soup. I shall have to see.

Nothing else to say.

Have a good week!

Ciao~