Spooky Dookie

My throat REALLY hurts tonight so I am going to type very quietly so as not to hurt it more. This past Friday was Halloween, which some of you might know. London got the privilege of having THREE costumes, none of which was the costume I wanted her to have which was a Prom Night Mistake Baby. See, all you need is a toilet, and some paper towels and presto!! Instant horror in the eyes of your neighbors. But alas, London ended up being two different pumpkins and a ballerina. It was her first cliché Halloween. Next year it’s my turn so get ready for some cringing

Anyway, she ended up liking all her costumes and was pretty happy during trick or treating. The neighbors enjoyed running up to the door to see her, and then asking if she was a princess. We didn’t actually go out, but I took candy from each of the kids bags that came to our door. They didn’t ask questions. If they had they would have gotten an answer via a backslap.

Once trick or stealing was done, we went to our friend’s house for a party which consisted of Guitar Hero, Wii bowling and one person trying (but not liking) Kim’s hit of a party drink, hot apple cider with brandy. I told her no one wants hot alcoholic drinks, but what do I know? I am just an idiot who is right 99.9% of the time. 

What did we dress up as you ask? I was Marty McFly from back to the Future, and Kim was a last minute Federal Agent. The only problem was, my costume got hot really fast and once I took off my vest and jacket I looked like a Mennonite guy. Upon leaving the party I was accosted by a group of them thinking I was one of their own, and I soon found myself tilling in a field. I don’t know how I got there or how I got home, I just knew it felt like someone crammed a bible in my special place. 

At least Thanksgiving is right around the corner.