Don't Molest My Pumpkin

Last night was the official pumpkin carving night at my house.
This also coincided with Dexter night, which I thought was nice.

Molly came over, of course, because she comes over for all the fun holiday stuff.

Here she is bonding with her pumpkin.

I did a little research on carving while I was at work.
I printed out a couple great faces.

I don't know why I bothered.
My pumpkin ended up looking like an alien bug.

I think I just got carried away on the eyes.
It's like when we are dying Easter eggs.
I cannot control myself and before the night is done,
all my eggs are orange/brown.

Here are all 3 pumpkins.
Molly's on the left.
My stellar alien in the middle.
Alec's pervy pump on the left.

Molly and I tried to take a pic of ourselves with our pumpkins.
Apparently I have short arms.
It was a lovely evening, until Alec decided to molest my pumpkin.
It could have been my fault.
I think I might have started the "That's What She Said" game.
No good ever comes of that game.