The Carnage

Halloween was fun. We got a total of three trick-or-treaters. If you're keeping track, I bought three bags of candy. If I had the ability to see into the future, not only would I be wealthy and have thought of writing Good Will Hunting, but I would have given each of those kids a bag of candy each.

Instead, I was hedging my bets. The house won. I had three bags of candy staring at me all weekend. It was torture. Fortunately N offered to take the candy to work.

That wasn't the real torture of the weekend. My candy addiction is nothing compared to our good friends The Jack 4. It's not like the Jackson 5, it's our 4 Jack-o-lanterns and their 4 mini cousins.

This year, in addition to the 4 Jack-o-lanterns, I carved out 4 baby pumpkins and lined our walk with those. I think it says "come trick or treat at my house." At least it did to three lovely children.

It was no easy task to carve out those baby pumpkins. Their skin is so tough I needed a hack saw just to get through. I may have a small puncture wound on my left palm from a slippery pumpkin and the bread knife.

All that blood, sweat, tears and mumbling about how stupid this was, really paid off. Our house really did scream "come trick or treat here."

Zoe would run up to the pumpkins, bend way over and then yell at me like "there is some light coming from inside that pumpkin. Come look." She would've definitely trick-or-treated at our house.

You would think that a poor turnout of trick-or-treaters and three bags of candy to drown out my sorrows, that would be all that was in store this weekend.

Alas, God has a sense of humor.

They look like deer to the human eye. I am convinced they are God's stand-up team.

This was the Jack 4 on Saturday morning.

Well, the Jack 3. The smallest Jack-o-lantern is MIA.