Ok, and aside before we get started here… since I just moved in and all, I’m still not sure what colors to paint the walls, and where to place what, so if you come around a lot don’t be surprised to see lots of changes and things until I’ve settled on what I think shall be a nice cozy home for us here. Yes, things are looking a little undone, but please don’t get all judgey, yet…. thanks xoxo!
It’s that time again…
And while I thought I would bring you a delightful retelling of our weekend festivities, but between my yellow submarine duties, and attempting to set up shop here, I’ve been woefully lacking in the delightful department.
In fact the best conversation I can hope to bring you is this…
We carved The Little Monster’s Pumpkin this weekend and the phubster and I had a difference of opinion on it. As per usual, he may have won the battle but I won the war.
Phubs (Ph): Hey are you going to get to that pumpkin or what…
Me: Um… excuse me?
Ph: You heard me, woman (this was said with a good humored smile, and devilish twinkle in the eye)
Me: Aren’t you supposed to draw the picture on it first there genius, and what guy can’t carve a pumpkin anyway…
Ph: It’s not that I can’t carve one, it’s just that you’re sooo much better at it than I am…
Me: Or really it’s because you don’t want to have to scoop out the guts and stuff…
Ph: That may be true
Me: Hurry up and draw the damn picture then
Ph: You can’t hurry the artist
Me: Hell yes I can (mencaningly weilding pumpkin carving tool)
Ph: You realize you can’t even cut a peice of bread with that right
Me: Don’t make me shank you
Ph: You couldn’t anyway
Me: I could get a different knife
Ph: you’re so violent, fine I’ll draw the picture, can you get me a crayon
Me: (rolls eyes, make Psycho knife motion with pumpkin tool)
Ph: Fine, why do I have to do everything around here
Me: Because drawing a picture on the pumpkin is doing everything
Ph: Pretty much
Me: You really don’t want to live through the night do you
Ph: Here’s your picture, now get to cutting
Me: Ohhh I’m gonna cut something….
Ph: The pumpkin
Me: Fine… (storms off to the kitchen)
Ph: And while you’re at it, can you roast them…
Me: Roast what…
Ph: You know
Me: No I don’t know
Ph: The seeds………
Me: Oh yeah sure, why don’t I just Martha Stewart all this shit up
Ph: that would be preferred……
At this point I may or may not have thrown pumpkin guts at the phubster to shut up his tirade on pumpkin seeds. He may or may not have retalitated by picking me up and smearing pumpkin guts in my face. I may or may not have started screaming like someone was ripping off my limbs, and then choked on a pumpkin seed while the phubster gleefully laughed, until he realized I was actually choking and then he got all serious and red faced and apologetic…
Or at LEAST he thinks I was actually choking….
And that is how I wound up with a foot massage, and dinner out….
He’s totally not onto my game.
I’m a super evil master General when it comes to this shit…
The pumpkin turned out ok, and I did roast the seeds in the microwave, because I’m sort of lazy, but they turned out pretty good too. Better watch out Betty Crocker, Imma get you!
So how was your weekend, pumpkin carving, Halloween parties, pretend choking? Do tell……