A princess, a crayon and a bumble bee all walk into a bar.
And the bartender says, "Thanks for coming to pick up your mom."
A little bit.
Probably going to spike the apple cider later with some bourbon.
The motley crew I just described are beyond excited, and it's probably my fault for fueling them up this morning with pancakes, syrup, and overly-high expectations of how fun it is to run through the rain and beg things off of strangers.
I'm going to spend the day running around, buying a two pound bag of candy, dressing people up, sending them out to get more candy, and subsequently eating the candy I bought by myself.
I might even get a shower after everyone goes to bed, but you know me, I hate spoiling the end of any good, horrifying, possibly unsanitary story.
So, from myself, Husband, Belle, the Crayon, and a baby who doesn't realize he wants to be a bumble bee, but will be forced into that fuzzy costume no matter what...
Happy Halloween, Readers!