It was a dark time.
A time of…darkness.
And…not much brightness.
(This is known as “setting the mood.” It’s a literary term. Look it up.)
It was a time of garment-rending and booze-drinking.
Which, most of time, is a damned fun evening.
But not so here. Tragedy. Like when the feeling’s gone and you can’t go on.
So let me take you back.
It was five years ago. A beautiful fall fall.
And the beautiful fall fallness was shattered by…by…her.
A villain of George R. R. Martin proportions.
The Pumpkin Tramp.
For those of you unfamiliar with The Pumpkin Tramp, well, who the hell are you and how did you get here?
Ok..ok…for those of you unfamiliar with The Pumpkin Tramp, let’s just say that she’s Maleficent, Smaug, Voldemort and Candice Olsen all rolled into one Lori-Tormenting Hell-Neighbor.
You may be wondering, if you’re not familiar with history, what she did to earn these invectives?
Did she steal from me?
Did she shave obscenities into one of the cats?
Did she turn the ’96 Camry into a carbeque?
No, my friends, none of those things. It was worse. Much, much worse.
The bitch out-decorated me.
She destroyed my mental stability by annually installing a Halloween tableau of such charm that I couldn’t sleep, and that caused me to devolve into a plot-wielding, vandalism-imagining shade of my former self.
She put pumpkins on her roof.
DID YOU HEAR ME??
SHE PUT PUMPKINS. ON HER ROOF.
And as you can see here in the historical record, she was able to do this by virtue of her flat, perfect for pumpkin displaying roofline.
I, in contrast, had a house with a pitched roofline and my home-value-obsessed, wife-hating husband would not let me engineer a solution because, as he put it, “Drilling holes into the roof to hold pumpkins is irrational.”
Leaving me no choice but to seethe and plot revenge.
Ultimately, I refrained from putting any of those plans into action because we had a pretty active neighborhood watch program and I don’t look good in orange jumpsuits.
So I bided.
And then, three short years later, was the proud owner of a house with a FLAT ROOFLINE.
a major consideration not really a factor when purchasing the house.
So one day last month, while on a drive, I said to Himself, “Hypothetically speaking…If one wanted, hypothetically, to mount a line of pumpkins onto a hypothetical roof…How would one hypothetically do that?”
“Hypothetically?” He asked.
“Totally,” I replied.
And it appears that Himself maybe really does love me as much as he says he does because he figured out a way to install the 13 Roof-Dwelling pumpkins on to a decidedly non-hypothetical roof.
And so now, after playing the long long long game, I have my revenge.
Would you like to see?
Is that not the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?
It’s so so so much better than the Pumpkin Tramp’s.
Can you tell why?
BECAUSE IT’S MINE.
So now I can definitively say, despite being the only one playing the game…
Happy Halloween, my pretties.