We carved pumpkins last night with the assistance of Merl (merlot) and Jess, my friend from work. This is Joyce with one of her creations. Why do we call her "Joyce" you ask? Eleanor likes to creep up behind you and whisper "JOYCE. JOYCE. JOYCE." in your ear until the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you shoo her away like a bug. She then runs off laughing HYSTERICALLY. We don't get it; but then again there isn't much about her we DO get.
Editor's Note: PLEASE. SEND. HELP.
