After a bout with stomach discomfort yesterday, I’m awake late and planning the havoc to wreak on the hordes of trick-or-treaters we’re going to have tonight. Already have the candy and toys sorted into the “stick your hand into the black void” bin. This should be fun!
The scariest thing I could dress as would be . . . a literary agent. But the kids wouldn’t get that. So I’m waffling between two choices that’ll make more sense to them.
Hope you get lots of candy. Remember, if no one sees you eat it, the calories don’t count!