The week before Thanksgiving, we still had a pumpkin sitting on our front porch, uncarved mind you. We didn't want it to go to waste so we decided to put it to some use. We had a wonderful pumpkin carving date.
|We traced our hands,|
|and carved them out.|
|It was a turkey pumpkin!|
|We then had some poor mans wine (grape kool-aid)|
|And enjoyed a dinner of spaghetti.|
Since then, we've had the worst storm of the season come blowing through every night this week.
|Yes, that's where the wind blew the snow. And yes, that's a carton of milk, don't ask.|
|There's the wall of snow at the bottom of the stairs.|
|So now we're bundling up every day!|
|And our pumpkin deflated...|