My little pumpkinhead
Tim and I carved pumpkins last night... here is mine:

It is, of course, a portrait of Tim. I think he was fairly pleased to be so honored at first, but by now, he's just a little tired of me calling him pumpkinhead.
A letter to a friend that I have been writing for a very long time. A letter that grew too big for its britches (somewhat like its author). A letter that just oozes on and on rather than coming to end like a dignified letter would.