We had orange and green marble cupcakes with ghosts and amazingly delicious Pillsbury cancer-icing,
spider truffles whose legs kept breaking off, so they were more like amputee spider truffles in physical therapy,
and HOLY SHIT MUMMY PIGS IN A BLANKET.
Michigan Friend and I taught the Germans, the Estonian, and the Indian how to carve pumpkins, because all of their respective countries are lacking in this most entertaining tradition. The pumpkins came out fabulous, and we wound up putting them all on my front steps--with the notable exception of Roommate's boyfriend's Osama bin Laden pumpkin, mostly because the building across from us contains several Pakistani refugee families and that seemed like poor judgement.
Yes, that is a bicycle face.
Today, it's roast pumpkin seeds, wash clothes, and try to get as much reading done as possible for Monday. Hooray!