This photo is a bit blurry - darkness tends to do that to a photo.
This year a few of my friends and I got together to carve pumpkins for halloween. Mine is the one with lots of holes in it. I call it the "EHOLA virus" pumpkin.
I'm very bad at Halloween things. As a child, my parents sat us down and told us that our family no longer would be celebrating the devil's holiday. Of course, as a first grader, I was devastated. From then on, I would be deemed as an outcast at school and thrown to the wolves.
Literally, wolves.
Okay, not literally. But, I did have extremely short boyish hair and couldn't celebrate Halloween... AND my mom packed tuna sandwiches on homemade, crumbly bread and all my "friends" (children really can be terrible) wouldn't sit next to me and would ask "What IS that smell?"
Anyway, I would kill a baby seal for my mom to make me lunches now. Her bread really is amazing.
That's all for now... I'm crossing lines.
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