Fall is my jam. I totally buy into all the basic-white-girlness and almost burn my house down with pumpkin scented candles. If Adam’s nostrils don’t burn from the artificial smell of pretend baked goods as soon as he walks in the door, I’m not trying hard enough. Throw in some enormous sweaters and some pumpkins that I keep forgetting to take out of the trunk of my car, and you know the leaves are coming down.
The crisp, chill air. The smell of a crackling fire. The changing colors in the trees. I love all of it. I was really hoping for a more exciting Halloween since we moved because we hardly had any trick-or-treaters around our part of the old neighborhood. Alas, our new neighborhood is full of old people, and we only saw two other kids out when we took August and Halligan around.
A StoryBot and The Halligator
(Our front yard looks like no one lives here, so we went with poorly-lit indoor pictures.)
The good news when there are hardly any other trick-or-treaters in your neighborhood is that a sizeable portion of houses that leave their light on give out full-size candy bars. You can imagine my disappointment when we got home and I realized that Halligan tossed a whole Twix overboard at some point from the wagon she was in.
BUT NOW ALL THAT SHIT IS OVER AND I HAVE BEEN BLASTING CHRISTMAS MUSIC SINCE I WOKE UP THIS MORNING.
Falalalala, bitches! 53 days until Christmas!
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