And then there is Halloween. But, before I go on, let me paint a picture. Now that we have a house and a toddler, my husband is really getting into the decorating spirit. Come the holiday season, let's just say I call him "Sparky" (ala: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation - you know, 250,000 lights!). Ok - maybe I'm exaggerating a little....a wee little.
This Halloween is no different. Although maybe a bit more on the demure side...for this year anyway. On Sunday, my husband broke out the knife and carved the pumpkin we bought the prior week. He hooked up a light for the inside, I arranged the spider webbing on the 300-lb surprise boulder gift (don't ask) and voila! It looked nice.
Fast forward 15 minutes - the husband has disappeared, only to be found rummaging through a storage closet for the big bin of fall decorations. Out came a plastic, light-up pumpkin. Out came Fall swags. Out came the scarecrow.
Ok - I could see where this was going and I thought, "How nice! He's excited about this!"
After arranging everything, the husband disappeared again; only to emerge a few minutes later with a saw blade. HUH? Apparently scarecrows should be scary.
Thankfully, I was able to successfully nix the idea based on images of crazy people wielding a saw blade and the knowledge that home insurance wouldn't cover it.
So, without further ado, I give you the almost-deadly weapon-wielding scarecrow. Don't let the big smile fool you - this is one mean scarecrow.
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