my belly button looks like a tiny scar on the massive canvas that is my belly. jeremy took a picture last night. maybe i'll share it with you. don't worry, i'll warn you first. i wouldn't anyone to lose their breakfast unexpectedly.

my sister-in-law is in town this weekend with her little 7-month-old cutie. and when i say little, i mean huge. this kid is gargantuan. he has that gigantism syndrome or something. fe real! i can't wait to see him.

so i don't have much to tell, so i'll tell you about my date saturday night. jerm and i got a pizza, some pumpkins, Sleepy Hollow and Nightmare Before Christmas, and our super-cool friend andreas, and made a night of it. it was great fun. (not like that, you dirty thinkers.) i didn't actually carve the pumpkins, as i wanted them to look cool. i just scooped the goop. jerm said it was good practice since that's all i'm gonna be doing for the next year. ack!

anyway, that reminds me of a story. one year, my friend brian and i carved a pumpkin (whom brian insisted on calling "punkinhead") a few days before halloween. that december, he and i went to the high school christmas dance together, and when we came back to his house afterwards ... there was disgusting rotten mr. punkinhead still sitting on his front porch. he was completely rotten, his teeth all sunken in and puckered up like bitter-beer face. and the smell, mygod the SMELL!! you have never smelled anything more RANK. so after we changed out of our fancy clothes, i insisted that we dispose of punkinhead ... and when we tried to scoop him into a trash bag, he completley disentegrated into rotten hunks of steaming foul reeking sticky pumpkin bits that WOULD NOT COME OFF my hands. i seriously almost threw up. i have never let brian live this down, either. he was never again allowed to carve a pumpkin for halloween. and even now, when i smell that ripe normal healthy pumpkin smell, i get that little tiny bit of vomit at the back of my throat. you know, like fu was talking about the other day? no pumpkin pie for me, mom, thanks.