Get My Good Side Or I'll Stab You

I'm so sick of myself. Things are so out of control over here that I actually narrated my actions in my head today as if I were writing a blog. This might have been more interesting if I had been sky diving or hiking to the peak of Mt. Everest,  but I was cooking down pumpkins and making pumpkin bread.
For this reason I was going to skip the blog tonight, but then I thought that wouldn't be very nice of me since if the Bills lose on Sunday, I'm going to make good on my promise to Trent and simply post the picture of him with frosted tips on Monday.

Do you hear that, Trent? FROSTED TIPS.

All right enough about me, pumpkins and Trent Edward's hair.

Today, if you don't mind, I'd love to hear how you would caption this photo: