Death to Free-Hand

I did a Day of the Dead tattoo-flash style pumpkin this year.

I'm a bit of an over-achiever.

While I was carving my masterpiece my 2-year-old stood on an overturned bucket, unlocked the front door and wandered off down the street. I found him in a parking lot down the street waiting patiently with a nice man who pulled over to stop him from crossing a busy street. Of course, my son had stripped down to his diaper before venturing out on his own.

My triumph over ghoulish gourds was seriously overshadowed by my moment of parental neglect.

I win Mom-of-the-Year.

are just terrific. congraduations to all who helped make the weblog so special on the spookly day.

now if someone could step in and stop my hanging...