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Dear Sh#theads Who Stole the Top of My Scarecrow,
Yes the one ripping it's own head off...the one wearing a sweater and with the freakish rubber mask on. When I find you, I am going to rip yours off and stuff it down your neck. You are a Columbia Heights loser just like all of your friends that walk past my house every day on your way to buy Mountain Dew at the gas station. I'm going to take that huge pumpkin you also stole from me, the one with the hockey mask on, and shove it up your @ss. You can stay living in trashy Columbia Heights with your loser friends while the Pumpkin Family moves somewhere nice, like the moon or wherever it takes to not have things stolen out of our yard five days after we put them there. You're lucky my kid is young enough not to notice that his scarecrow is gone, or I'd be driving up and down the streets looking for you.
Anyway, that was Friday. Today is a different story. It's beautiful outside, we played in the yard for a while and aside from the thumping music coming out of our alley, pretended like we lived somewhere nice out in the country.
Little Pumpkin starting to learn about chores
Little Pumpkin ripping all the flowers off my mum
And yesterday was fantastic, too. We had the kid party and many kids (and parents) came and there was lots of toy sharing and hugging and fun to be had. I wisely changed up my planned menu last minute and switched spaghetti and meatballs to Swedish meatballs. Can you imagine, 7 kids running around with spaghetti and meatballs? Be sure to bring your tide pens, folks. Instead everything we ate was beige in color and it worked out okay. I got to meet my blog friend and his lovely family in real life for the first time, and they are as nice in person (nicer?) than they are on the blog. Each kid went home with a little Pumpkin Girl treat, which I finished just in time. Phew! Guess I better go polish off all the leftover Sangria!
2 comments:
It was a great party with, to my recollection, no major meltdowns from any of the kids. That is a major success when you pack a house with that many little ones. Thanks again for the great food, fun, and shirts. I will post pictures of the boys in them soon. Q had to ware his "cool guitar shirt" today already.
Thanks
ARRRRGGH! Thieves stink! When you track 'em down, let me know and I'll bring my posse to help string them up by their ankles. Or force them to rake leaves at my house.
Glad your party was a success. I always think of Ikea when I hear swedish meatballs. My dad and his buddy have actually gone to Ikea just for the meatballs.
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