Blah Blah Blahg: The pumpkin carving one

This is me luring you into my blahg. Muahaha.

A few days ago, one of my friends told me he didn’t want to do the pumpkin carving contest that I had so carefully planned because he didn’t want to lose. LAME. This just made me GRRR because I knew I could beat him and (duh) wanted to beat him. He said, “Gah, I guess if it were a math or spelling competition, I’d want you to participate because I know I’d beat you. **flips hair**” So he agreed to partake in my extreme carving competition. Thing is, though, I knew I could kick his ass in a spelling bee, even though everyone put their money on him (just when you think your friends think you’re smart…). So, in addition to the carving last night, we had our first annual Shelley Cove spelling bee.

I lost in the dang preliminaries to some word-- "toboggan." And then I misspelled “hygiene” during my redeeming round. “I” before “E,” silly me. Can you befreakinglieve that? Ironic and annoying.

And on top of that, his pumpkin is better than mine. Or I think so at least. And so does everyone else. Ugh. Then we were under a tornado warning (WARNING, not watch… whatever the heck the difference is,) I freaked the freak out and pushed Morgan, and then I chipped my front tooth on an Abita Strawberry bottle and now it's sharp on the inside (wanna make out?) Bottom line: If I’m not good at what I’m good at (carving and spelling,) THEN WHAT AM I GOOD AT? I’ll be working on figuring that out. Stay tuned.

I shouldn’t say anymore (nor should I post a really cute pic of me and my sweet pump) about the contest because I don’t want to give anything away and thus influence your votes (because obviously you’d want to vote for mine.) Here are the pumpkin pics. Text, fb message, or comment with your vote—winner gets a special prize (aka bragging rights.)