I Feel that the fact that my pumpkin is sleeping says something about me.

This is my pumpkin. His name is Jack.



When I found Jack at the Pumpkin Patch, I knew he needed to be mine.
You see, he was lying on his side, taking a little rest. I like to do that, too.
So, I took him home, where he sat on my kitchen table for a week.
Then, the night before Halloween, when I have always carved my pumpkin always and forever, it was time to give him a face, complete with closed eyes.


He was sleeping, but that wasn't clear to me, so I needed to give him some Zs.



Happy Halloween, Internet!
Love,
Abbie and Sleepy Jack