Pumpkin bust

I fear there is no hope for me. I can’t even win a pumpkin carving contest at a neighborhood Halloween party.
Maybe it was the out-dated paper I used. I should have gone with something more trendy, more contemporary, more now.
But on the bright side, my son won first place with his rendition of Sponge Bob Square Pants. We believe it was the googly eyes that did the job.

I would write more, but I am suffering from an unfortunate stomach ailment, made even more pronounced by the fact that we ate cheesy fries for lunch. I knew I was in trouble while I was in Toys R Us and got that rumbly in my tumbly.
I trotted to the nearest bathroom, which was closed for cleaning. So I sent my son in to make sure there was no one in the men’s room and made him guard the door while I did what I had to do.
I was only slightly embarrassed when I came out and found a puzzled 12-year-old boy waiting for his chance at the men’s room.
I believe I will be taking an Imodium with a Pepto Bismol chaser and heading for bed, now.