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FIVE reasons Arizona is better than where you live*

1. Blue skies - natch.

2. Higher percentage of stairwells = more hare-tossing opportunities.

3. World's largest collection of porch swings.


4. Easter every day!*


5. Better acoustics.

* Does not apply to anyone living near a beach or in the south of France.
* Does not apply to any day except for the Sunday immediately following the first full moon after the vernal equinox.

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.