On Saturday afternoon we went way, way up in the foothills of Ventura to attend Christine's grandpa's memorial. The view of Oxnard and the Pacific Ocean was beautiful, the mood was light and the bagpiper was piping. Yeah, dude. An actual bagpiper in traditional garb, blowing and roasting under a 90-degree sun. Before all that, though, Casey tried on his costume (not pictured here) and refused to remove the hat. Would you look at those toes? I want to eat them.
On Sunday we carved pumpkins. We got a Sesame Street carving kit at Target for the tools but our tall and skinny pumpkin made a perfect Bert and our round and robust pumpkin made a perfect Ernie so we went with it. That big ass pumpkin had rotten, moldy insides so we said it had cancer. Gross. Then, after all was said and done, we watched the Detroit Tigers get swept by the stupid Giants. Ugh. I will be fair and admit that they had the superior team but it was just too sad to see the Tigers go down like that.
PS - The pictures I am sure you have seen already on Facebook or Instagram but I'm trying out G+ because Andrea made me feel like I needed to. Ha!