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Boo!

Today was full of goblins and angels and a major headache for me. Not that the costumed-candy-begging-hordes gave me a headache. It's just I had one and couldn't get rid of it all day. I still went out with the kids to look for sweets.

Ashley got all decked out, including her fingernails.



After I spent all that time gluing the spiderwebby nails to her, she said "I can't DO anything with these things on! Why do people like them? How can they DO anything?"

I told her that the price you pay for beauty is sometimes not being able to do anything productive. Ha! She ripped them all off right there.

Smart girl.

We went to the Trunk or Treat in the church parking lot and there were so many adorable little people there, all decked out in various costumes. Here's my niece Nicole, Alli and her friend Mercedes.



Ashley was cold so she put her coat on.



Lance and Ashley handed out candy from the back of our suburban.





After the Trunk or Treat, we went TRICK or treating through roughly a bazillion neighborhoods, hitting a trillion or so houses. I'm guestimating here, but it seems that number is reasonable for the amount of candy that was given to my children.

We'll be suffering dental drama for years to come from the effects of this night.

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