I bought five bags of Halloween candy (at nearly 10 bucks a pop!) in anticipation of this evening’s festivities.
How many Trick-or-Treaters will we get on a dead-end street in a mountainous ski resort? Not sure, but I wanted to be prepared for anything.
Since we’ve just moved and are up to our eyeballs in dissertations and manuscript edits, I was a bad dog mama and had to recycle Molly’s jester costume this year.
I’m impressed she can still fit into a costume from three years ago!
And, as it’s 2:30 AM, let’s revel in some pictures from Halloweens past, shall we?
Here’s what’s frightening me this year:
Being that there are no protractors in the house (my hubs left all of his at the office), I have to go as Crazy Wristwatch Beard this year.
For my bookish types who want some scary news about the publishing industry, read literary agent Nathan Bransford’s post, This Week in Publishing.
Happy Halloween, everyone!