Great Pumpkin Hunt.

There are a few rare individuals out there who can carve any old pumpkin into a real work of art, my Dad for example. For the rest of us average beings, the key to a great Jack-o-Lantern is to ensure that the right pumpkin is selected. Many may look okay, but truth be told, a fit pumpkin is hard to come by. With that in mind, it was off to the muddy fields of East Richmond to find the elusive perfect pumpkin; "No Dogs Allowed" sign dutifully ignored.
Lucky for everyone, Uncle Sid and Aunt Kara came along to help out.

I note that Sid was very wise to keep his jacket zipped up, thereby concealing his Toronto Maple Leafs sweater. Speaking of which, wanna hear a joke? A man walks in a bar with his dog, and asks the barkeep: "My TV is busted, can my dog and I watch the Leafs game here?" Barkeep says "Kinda strange, but as long as he doesn't cause any trouble, why not?" Midway through the first period, the Leafs score a goal and the dog proceeds to do a front flip landing on his hind legs and barks out a clearly audible :"Go Leafs Go!!". The barkeep is amazed and says: "Wow, that's incredible, what does your dog do when the Leafs win?" And the man says. "Geeze, I dunno, I've only had him for three years."
So many pumpkins, but which is the right one?!?
Searching for the right pumpkin is hard work, time for break.
The search continues...

Time for another intermission.
Wait a minute, this one looks pretty good!
Feels about right.
We have a winner!!
A fun time had by all, except for Baby M it looks like.
Whew, trudging around a pumpkin patch all day is hard work. I hope that's the last Halloween involvement for me. In other words, I really hope that my parents don't try and dress me up in some inane outfit for their amusement. Maybe a persuasive survey result would convince them. Vote and stay tuned!