This poor schmuck has no idea what’s in store for him.

As I feared, we left the pumpkin buying off too late. Most of the pumpkins in Safeway’s makeshift patch were past due moving toward mortification. Iz climbed through the mire and found one pumpkin that didn’t seem to be mushy. Of course, it was the biggest pumpkin there.

One pumpkin. We are carving ONE pumpkin this year. Better make it good boys!

The Jack o’Lanterns are laughing. Poor guy, he’ll never see it coming.

Sadly, our plans for this holiday have gone from simple to nearly non-existent.  Poor Boy Wonder was exposed on Friday to the gunk going around. (Um, don’t get me started here!) By Sunday, he was running fever and chasing his nose. We skipped Talking Tombstones and church and opted to sip hot chocolate for the afternoon.

I’m now officially on the IZ’s Amazingly Slimming Hot Chocolate Diet. Hahahaha. Ahem.

Even this guy knows the score.

The boy informed me on Saturday that his plans to be a “Spy” were simply to appease me. At this point, that’s not bad news. So, for the 5th year running, he will be something creepy. That is, if I can find his costume from last year. Uh oh.

You see a pattern, right? It’s just not my year. The boy did manage to write all his Halloween cards. Now it’s up to me to mail them before Thanksgiving.