I spent the afternoon at Ellen’s place, elbows-deep in pumpkin guts as I carved my way to infamy. The first pumpkin, a tiny white jobbie, came out fairly well. I gave it a little mummy face. But the cute little mummy face took nearly an hour and a half to achieve, and by the time I was finished, well, I was tired, and pumpkin #2 got the short end of the stick. He looks … gosh, I don’t know. Deranged. Unsettled. Inappropriately enthusiastic about being stabbed repeatedly and set on fire.

Anyway. I stuffed myself silly with cheese, pears, crackers, and dips, and then Suezie gave me a kicky little owl ring and some socks, purely because she’s awesome. Seriously, folks. I have the best damn neighbors anyone could ask for.

It was also nice to see some of the other Ellen’s Place regulars, as well as Elaine and her new dude — who I hadn’t yet met. He seems quite nice, busted ankle and all.

And now … well … now I’m probably in for the night. I predict there will be wine and video games, and other Boring Old Married People activities. Perhaps if we’re feeling really wild we’ll stay up past Weekend Update on SNL. You never know. It could happen. Don’t count us out of the wild life just yet.