It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good pumpkin must be in want of a knife

I feel like I should apologize to Jane Austen for that absolutely atrocious pun in my post title, or at least to my mother, since I’m sure her groan will be audible from here, despite the almost 600 miles that separate us. But what fun is life (and why was I an English major for four years??) if I can’t indulge in the occasional punny humor? Hopefully I didn’t just lose too many readers with that pun. :-)

Anyway, on Friday evening, John and I headed out to his sister’s house in Fairfield to carve pumpkins with his family. In the car on the way there, we decided we were going to do a “Fear the Beard” pumpkin in honor of the World Series. Neither John nor I is particularly artistic, but we figured even if it ended up looking bad it’d still be fun to try. Before we even walked in the front door, we saw the huge pumpkin one of John’s nephews had picked out of a pumpkin patch in Dixon, and when we walked in, we discovered that John’s dad had brought his cordless sawz-all. I knew then that it was going to be a really great evening. :-D

Cameron and his pumpkin

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A sawz-all for pumpkin carving -- this can only end well

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John starting in on our pumpkin

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Cameron discovering that a regular pumpkin-carving knife won't cut it, literally. Time for the sawz-all!

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De-gutifying Cameron's pumpkin

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Ok, who let Skylar have the sawz-all?

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Now it's John's turn to man the camera for a bit while I hack away at the beard..

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Skylar lighting the candle for his mom's pumpkin, with John's and my "Fear the Beard" pumpkin on the left and Skylar's pumpkin on the right

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Meanwhile, Cameron and his friend were STILL trying to finish carving their monstrosity. I never did get a finished picture of it, but it was pretty cute. :-)

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