For the past month Buzz Lightyear has been running, jumping, and falling (with style) around our house. Last night, we unleashed him upon the neighborhood so that is chubby-faced cuteness could melt hearts, ensuring candy bowls tipped freely allowing generous amounts of sugary, gooey, chocolatey goodness to tumble into his orange pumpkin pail. And what a success it was!
John and his friends came over this week for a pumpkin carving party. Good times were had by all, with stellar displays of carving talent.
Earlier this week Monica and I were milling through ideas for how we should dress up. We couldn't think of anything really good until Monica finally suggested we go Emo. That's right, Monica and Shawn Jensen . . . Emo. We did our best without having to walk into Hot Topic, borrowing skinny pants and Airwalk shoes from John's friends. We completed the transition with some black eyeliner and fingernail polish. The hardest thing about being Emo is that you're supposed to be sad and whiny about life. I couldn't really be Emo because I'd be laughing all the time at how ridiculous I look. :)
I don't know if it's just our neighborhood but there were hardly any kids trick or treating and much less people actually handing out Candy. Makes it hard to get a good stash. On the other hand, people were shoving huge handfuls of candy just trying to get rid of it all so Linc did alright for himself, which of course means Monica and I did alright for ourselves too ;)





