Your prayers worked!

Thanks to Karen for the pic!

Or no thanks considering how unattractive I look.

But you get the gist.

Chilling out, relaxin' and maxin' all cool

I'm a dirty, filthy liar.

I said yesterday that I would take pictures of our Halloween costumes - and I wanted to, I really wanted to, but I also wanted to remember my camera and that didn't happen.

I would have taken pics once we got home, but by the time we got back from Mr. Dub's work Halloween party, Miss Dub's mascara mustache was half-eaten off, and I'd realized just how unfortunate I look in a pair of black leggings (without this season's flowing shirt o'er top).

I must admit that our costumes were much funnier in theory than reality. Mr. Dub did make a sweet Napoleon down to his perfectly matched glasses and moon boots, but I just looked like an 80's mom, which is only a couple decades and a side ponytail removed from what I am every day. In fact, when I went to use the bathroom during the party, a few of the neighboring business folk gave me a look like, "Wow, someone still wears a fanny pack!"

And Miss Dub's mustache was funny, but she didn't look like Pedro without a black wig and bolo tie. Plus (and this is a big one), lots of the people there had never seen Napoleon Dynamite. Like, had no clue what Mr. Dub's "Vote for Pedro" shirt was all about. Which leaves me wondering if there is an age at which you tune out popular culture, or if some people are just genetically predisposed to not care about it. (And what a sad, sad life that would be. I mean, everyone should know all the words to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song.)

So if I ever get some pictures from his office, I'll share them with ch'alls - including pics of our yummy mini-caramel apples - but take my word that it wasn't that great, though Miss Dub might have a career in cross-dressing. I'm sure her grandmas are just beaming at the thought right now.

Oh, and happy All Saints Day! Just think of all the people who are selflessly at cemeteries today while we are selfishly battling sugar headaches.

Happy Hallow-weiner!

So the big day is here.

Whether or not I like Halloween's color scheme is no longer important because I do love me a good costume.

So spill - what are you and your chittlins going as this year?

Shhh, don't tell, but Mr. Dub is going to take advantage of his overgrown curls and dress as Napoleon Dynamite. I will be going as his main squeeze, Deb, while Miss Dub will round up the theme as a mini Pedro, complete with mustache.

Pictures will come tomorrow, of course, but please do link to yours today if you already have some. (And most "together" moms do, but I've never claimed to be one.)

Oh, and for the record, you CANNOT find a fanny pack at Goodwill or Salvation Army these days. Apparently, they know that no one, even in the direst of circumstances, will purchase such a figure-unflattering item. Walmart, however, carries an entire section. So, no worries, I'll be sporting an FP with glee, but only because it's a costume. I almost dislike fanny packs as much as I detest the mini-backpack. What was with that trend?


p.s. Prefer a treat to a trick? Then click here for my review on these infant shoes. Seriously, I love them! Like, I tried to marry them, but apparently that's illegal in Illinois.

If you're in the market for a classy skeleton ...

Did I mention that my mom is in town for the week?

Which means that I'm going to have to break up with you for a few days so that I can spend some quality time with the woman behind simplehappy home.

It's not you, it's me, I promise.

But I don't want you to go away empty-handed and/or hearted. After all, Halloween is only a week away and some of you might not have seen the ghoulishly great decor over at Glamma Fabulous' blog.

She's like a mother to me, though technically she is Mrs. Jay's mom, though technically she had permission to punish me as a teenager.

And she's an artistic genuis.

And perhaps the only person who decorates with hair gel.

I couldn't have done it without you ... and Costco!

Sweet confession

Confession:
I loOoVe Mary Jane candies.

They were my Halloween treat of choice growing up, even though they seem like the candy most likely to be filled with razor blades.

I also had a hankering for the black and orange-wrapped taffies and vanilla-flavored Tootsie rolls, though I could never admit it to my peers for fear of being blacklisted from the cool lunch table. (Also kept in the closet: My affinity for egg salad sandwiches.)

And by the way, has any one ever found a razor blade in their H-Day candy? If so, was it a Mary Jane? If so, can I have the razor-free part? I'm hungry.

(I should explain, lest you think I lived a deprived childhood where I was given Bit-o-Honeys instead of Snickers, that I really HATED chocolate growing up. My mature taste buds, however, only dis-prefer it.)

What's your favorite Halloween candy?