Last night, Brother and The BF and I got our pumpkin-ing on. Yep, another noun turned new verb.

Now. I don’t mess around when it comes to carving pumpkins. I go right on out and buy the Carving Party Kit. Because I need it.

And because no one — no one — wants to see me yield a knife. A rather large and long one at that.

It’s simply not safe. For all involved parties.

I also try to pick out a small pumpkin because as I learned during my first ever carving experience two years ago {I know, what a shelter life I had lived}, it takes a lot of woman hours to clean out a big ass pumpkin and I’m just not cut out for those types of things.

So. I was all planned and ready with this bat:

Which, given it was the easiest one out of the bunch, still proved to be challenging for me. So I took a shortcut.

I decided it didn’t need eyes and most definitely did not need to have a smiley face. As well as those cloudish looking things in the bottom middle. What the heck are those anyway?

Mr. Bat turned out as thus :

Meanwhile, Brother’s turned out as such:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Must he put me to even further shame when it comes to carving pumpkins? Apparently so.

Meanwhile, The BF was busy cooking up our pumpkiny insides. Sounds gross. And it looked kinda gross. Till I realized it looked like spaghetti squash and I love me some ss, so I took a big ‘ol bite and am now a reformed pumpkin consumer.

Though not sure if I ever needed reforming in the first place?

Yet another new thing I tried : pumpkin. Talk about delicious!

New thing every week, People. That’s what it’s about. And go get your carve on, if you haven’t already. I’m ready to see your masterpieces.