July 28 - day 35

The Word is spreading, and pilgrims have travelled from as far away as Roswell to see the Giant Mutant Pumpkin. "Oh yes, that looks like 350 pounds!" says Billie (hear that, Alan?)



"You're going to name your firstborn son Ichabod? Thank goodness for vasectomies" says my wife. I hate to lump the woman I love in the same category as Jeff Foxworthy, but clearly I have my work cut out for me being a Pumpkin Prophet in this barren land.