I forgot to add this to my post. When I carved the prolife pumpkin, it cried. Literally, the eye oozed pumpkin juice that ran down like a tear. None of the other cuts produced an oozing, only the eye.
I'm am also sorry to report, the starving squirrels ate the hand off the baby today while the pumpkin lodged on my porch. So its a baby without a hand. Kind of scary ironic.
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So Funny!
There must be a wierd humor gene in this family. I laughed right out loud and then felt guilty (latent Catholic gene, too).
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