Dr. Joan Bushwell's Chimpanzee Refuge



Like myriad other normal Americans, my wife and I like to carve what we affectionately call punkins the weekend before the empty hotdog holiday (AKA Hollow-weenie). While my wife just sort of dives right in, hacking out gourd-guts with a butcher knife and great zeal, I tend toward the more methodical, usually sketching a face on my favorite orange orb with a pen before picking up a paring knife. In this year’s rendition, my happy punkin is giving the googley-eyes to my wife’s somewhat twisted rendition of the classical jack.


  1. #1 stephanie
    November 5, 2008

    this is cute i like it:)

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