UPDATE: Even more over-the edge pumpkin carvings:
You know what would be really terrifying?
Waking up in the morning and going to your window and discovering a pumpkin face staring at you. And then going to another window and finding another pumpkin staring at you. Pumpkins. At every window in the house. Staring. At you.
That’d be cool.
I’d do that to someone.
But pumpkins are expensive.
And I’m lazy.
…the songwriter seems to drawn heavily on Silver Age depictions of the Phantom Zone for his ideas about what heaven is.
- Professor Fury, Pretty Fakes
My lovely wife and I were together for nine years before we got married.
So, of course, the question we were always asked was:
“So… any word on marriage?”
But then, earlier this year, we shocked our respective families by fanning the scent of sin out of our house and actually getting married.
Of course, the question immediately — and when I say “immediately” I mean in the receiving line after the ceremony — morphed into:
“So… any word on kids?”
One of these days I would just like to say:
“Kids?! KIDS?! Holy crap! We completely forgot about those! Honey?! We forgot to have kids! Thanks for reminding us! We better get to it! Talk to you later! Are you undressed yet, honey?!”
For the record:
Kids have been discussed and we will continue to discuss them in the future. Thoroughly.
(And now, in the kindest possible terms and meaning no disrespect, we ask that you please back off.)
Why am I bringing this up? Because one of my favourite online comics has been doing a very interesting run on their strip right now, which started off funny, but the past few have started breaking my heart.
And it’s making me think about that question even more…
