That left us with several at home. One went on the front stoop, because even though we don't celebrate Halloween, we didn't want our front steps to be left out of all the fun the other front steps on the block were having. Although now that I think about it, we should be honest, we do kind of semi-celebrate Halloween - we happily eat the candy that's on a fantastic sale everywhere, we give out treats to any kids who come to the door and we buy (hoard) the costumes on November 1st when the half-off sales start. So okay, maybe we don't celebrate in the strictest sense of the word, but we do benefit, so hooray America!
Enough philosophizing. So there is one pumpkin, for a reason that I still do not understand, sitting on the TV stand. I was told I was not allowed to move it so I didn't. I dusted around it. Are you laughing? Cause I am. I can't even type that with a straight face. I don't dust. Just add it to the list.
While those dried, we got out some scraps of scrapbook paper and cut out hearts because, as my baby said, "The pumpkin loves me". While I finished cooking (check out how cool the smoke looks coming out of the pan), she glued, all by herself, the noodles and the hearts to the pumpkin.
When she was done, we went over the whole thing with silver sparkly paint because "that is the pumpkin's favorite color" and let the whole gluey mess dry.
And now her pretty pumpkin that she says hello to every time we leave the house is sitting outside on the front steps. All by it's lonesome self. Yeah, I know there was another pumpkin outside when this whole story started. Where did it go? Beats me. Maybe it went to have fun with the other pumpkins across the street. I just hope the little guy is happy.