...let me see that pumpkin roll...
Saturday was the neighbor's annual Pumpkin Roll. Invite went like this:
We invite everyone to dress up for a pre-Halloween bash!!
Remember to bring a small to medium sized pumpkin to race (decorated if you wish). If it can not fit in a 5 gallon bucket it will not be able to race. Also, we are going to beef up our scarecrow zip line to make sure it will stay intact, so bring your scarecrow and LET IT RIP!!!
Hope to see you all there!
Candy
Although the big game conflicted with the party, we'd missed the past two years and felt we needed to rally the troops to attend.
Including Mickey.
And Mickey's mom.
And Kari too.
We weren't disappointed.
Food and fun.
Our kids harassed other kids.
Other kids harassed our kids.
Jack even let Maizey take the ears for a spin.
Though he probably should have lent her the knickers instead.
We ran into a pumpkin roll snafu.
Resulting in disqualification. Bummer.
Luckily Elvira was there with a child-friendly activity.
Gathering blood viles hidden around the property. For her to drink.
And grown-ups in silly costumes.
Like us in our Spartan wear,
like male packages,
and politically incorrect sheikhs.
After the dads went for a "Father of the Year" roll in the leaves,
We headed home.
There was a game to watch.
And serious conversations to have...
"Did you see that guy in the turban? What did he think this was? Halloween 1982?"
