This is the cake I made yesterday for The Dormouse's birthday party this weekend. It is filled with green jello, so when you cut into it, it will all ooze out like greasy grimy spider guts.

Now who doesn't want me for a mom???

I was charged with carving a pumpkin for a party to celebrate a colleague's twentieth year with the company. (Because nothing says thanks for twenty years of service like a carved pumpkin, apparently.) It was just supposed to say "20" but Matt did such a good job carving the last pumpkin that instead I tricked him into carving a likeness of her into the pumpkin for me.

Now who wouldn't want him for a fake uncle???

The KoH did nothing crafty last night, but he says he did eat a lot of Oreos.