Our perfect pumpkins turned out to be even more perfect Jack-o-Lanterns.
The actual carving of the pumpkins took several hours during which we also watched a show on AMC. The show detailed the life of a number of people who make Halloween a priority, and, by priority, I mean; those people are batshit crazy about Halloween.
Seriously, I thought Hugh and I got carried away; the people on that show made us look like total amateurs. On the other hand, my children don't feel the need to validate my love of haunted houses by explaining how I was raised by religious fanatics who refused to let me celebrate a holiday that "encourages Satanism" , so; there's that.
Anyway, while Hugh and the kids were carving, I was rinsing and roasting three large cookie sheets of pumpkin seeds. Have I ever mentioned that I don't like pumpkin seeds? Like, at all? Yeah...I don't. But, my family does, so, I took one for the team. Just like I do every year.
And, really, a few seeds are a small price to pay for true works of art. I mean, am I right or am I right?