"I'd pick ice in the moooorrrning. I'd pick ice in the evening! All over this land!"
Oh wait, I do have an ice pick. And a hammer. And a table saw and all kinds of stuff to fix stuff. Well, The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken does.
But that's not the point. The point is, I promised some Halloween pictures and...Devil worship here we come!!! No wait a minute, that's not the point either...
I was totally KIDDING on the devil worship thing. But I did promise Halloween photos. So here's my boy the ninja and my gal the troll:Here's our first pumpkin. My gal carved it vomiting, of course. Because we want to make sure the new neighbors all know we're the friendly type.
The only problem was, even in this picture the poor guy was rotting in addition to vomiting:That guy rotted himself right into a splotch on the pavement, as pumpkins are wont to do in Houston weather. So then The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken went out get a new pumpkin.
Only lo and behold new pumpkin turned out to be an un-carvable gourd. And so then the only logical thing for The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken to do was to chop un-carvable-gourd-guy in the head with an axe. And stab him with an ice pick.
Because, again, having lived in our new home all of two weeks we wanted to make sure the neighbors knew we were the friendly type. And nothing says "friendly" like an ice pick.Which brings me back to that good 'ole Pete Seeger song "If I had an ice pick (or some other implement of destruction)".
Okay! So the song's about a hammer and not an ice pick.
At any rate, that and a party and some trick-or-treating and more candy than any five people need was our Halloween. Happily ever after. The end.