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Punkin Head

Halloween has been a dud holiday for several years now–people tend to frown on adults trick-or-treating with no kids and no trick-or-treaters ever came to our apartment.  Don’t even get me started on how pathetic it was, eating all that leftover candy that I bought even though no kids came to our door for the previous 3 years.  But this year we have a house.  In a nice neighborhood.  Where kids live.  Although my mom assures me that the thrill of jumping up every time the door bell rings does wear off, I’m excited.  Unfortunately, the school I teach at won’t let us wear costumes.  Poop.  I always like seeing my teachers all dressed up and lookin’ goofy.  So, I think I’ll knit myself a pumpkin hat.

Who cares that it’s a baby pattern?  Knitting yourself a baby hat isn’t sad at all.  Certainly not as sad as eating a two-pound bag of jawbreakers because no kids rang your doorbell.  Definitely not as sad as knitting Freya a matching hat.  Perspective.

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