Happy Halloween!

Tonight, I'm taking Brodie out while my husband doles out candy when he gets home. I'm excited... last year I stayed home, and I really wanted to be there when he got candy. But he's a little older this year and more thrilled at the prospects, so it should be lots of fun. I flew into a mild panic yesterday when, before the party, I was unable to find his lightsaber. It turned up eventually - in the box of his father's Star Wars toys, which is somewhat appropriate - but the hour spent searching for it drove me crazy. The Mister brought up the idea of cutting off some of his own hair, braiding it, and taping it to the side of my son's head. I told him it wouldn't be necessary. Men are stupid. ~Hopes no men are smart enough to see this~ I have to go and dye my hair again... too much hair, too little dye. It's gonna look black my the time I'm done today. I could have gone and had it done by someone else, but that involves giving other people money when I can do it perfectly well myself, and we all know I don't give money out without essentially being forced to.

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