Faux Fail

I love fall. The changing of the leaves. The smells. The cooler weather. The decor.

I enjoyed dusting off my fall decorations this year just as I always have. Wreaths, scarecrow, pumpkins, leafy garlands, tabletop decorations.

However, I was dreading having to haul 3-5 heavy, bulky pumpkins home from the store all by myself. Followed by carving two of them (maybe) and lastly, having to carry the nasty, rotting pumpkins to the trash can once Halloween is over.

So, as I stood in Michael's surrounded by a sale, I devised a plan.

I would buy some fake pumpkins to accompany my front porch scarecrow.

The justification? I could pay a little more for two fake pumpkins initially, but save some bucks in future years by not having to buy (and haul) so many real pumpkins.

It was the ideal plan for my deal-driven, always hunting for a sale kind of mind. They looked real from the street, and were super easy to transfer from the store to the car, from the car to the porch. Light as can be and achieved my expectations.

Up until some punk-ass kid (so I think) decided to jack one of my fake pumpkins.

Let's just say I wasn't very happy when I noticed the pumpkin missing from our front porch. I'm still fuming.

Imagine another fake pumpkin, a bigger one, to the left of the scarecrow.

I can only hope that the kid was striving for an epic pumpkin-smashing session. Too bad my fake pumpkin will just bounce off the asphalt like a child throwing down a Mr. Potato Head.

It might be a faux fail, but that klepto got punked by my fakie. Eat that, you pumpkin snatcher.