31 October 2009

Ride of the Valkyries

I love the smell of pumpkin burning in the night.

It smells like Halloween.

Go listen to some good music: Die Walküre by Richard Wagner.

HA! One of the pumpkins went critical and was totally aflame. The candle inside guttered and all the wax caught fire, and the whole thing was glowing (and smoking--all the flaming was contained within the pumpkin). The daughter was highly annoyed that I found it so funny because it was the pumpkin she'd carved. I doused it and put a votive inside it and all was well.

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