Crazy Eyes

I've been walking by this pumpkin carving for over a week now. It sits right by my front door, 

of course, right where a jack-o-lantern should. MWH and I

carved it together as our entry in the family pumpkin carving contest,

 and it was truly a team effort. 

 I'm thinking

"Crazy Eyes"

would be a good title for this pumpkin which did NOT win the contest.

"Menopausal Mother"

also comes to mind. 

What's that? Is that you giving me a shout-out, Hubs? 

Oh, Yes - you're right! Another apt title might be:

"Menopausal WIFE"

But let's keep it real.

This unintentional, sometime self-portrait of a pumpkin might've represented me 

just as well in earlier NON-menopausal years. For example,

I'm pretty sure I looked like this on the two memorable occasions of being
 seriously bitten while nursing one of my sweet baby boys.

Oh, yeah, and that time my brother-in-law burst into my labor room while 

I was getting an enema - I think I remember baring my teeth.

And when I caught sight of one of my toddler boys walking away holding the hand of a strange 
man, this is probably really similar to the face that guy saw when I caught up to him.

I don't know about you, but over the years life has presented 
plenty of occasions to sport CRAZY EYES.