OK, I need to write more. I know that. But seriously. I didn’t. Do much. My son and his friend and I carved pumpkins the week before. I took all the pumpkin seeds and roasted them. The pumpkins rotted one by one. First my son’s pumpkin collapsed. Then mine disappeared into itself. Then my son’s friend’s pumpkin succumbed to the furry grey stuff growing on it and all the bugs who’d made a fast food stop out of the thing. It also rained really hard one night, and I could hear the rain falling from the roof onto the pumpkins on the balcony railing. I kept waking up all night wondering what that pounding was. I finally figured out it was booming rain on pumpkin (that could be a good band name, eh?) but didn’t want to get drenched by going outside and taking the melting pumpkins off the balcony railing.
And now you have way too much information about what I did not do on Halloween.