Morning chickens, and a very happy Friday to all of you!
Since yesterday was Halloween, I spent the entire day sitting in my cube eating every kind of candy that I came across.
Not my best move.
By the time I got home, it was evident I’d outdone it, and after a fairly significant sugar crash, I was forced to go to bed at a ridiculously early hour.
Good thing I have four more weeks until that gestational diabetes test.
It’s time for the month of salads to begin.
However, several of my favorite boys seemed to have a great evening, which is thankfully captured in pictures from last night.
You guys, I’m starting to get the distinct feeling that I’m destined to be surrounded by a pack of boys.
I’m not sure how I feel about being outnumbered, but man are they cute.
Here’s my nephew Sam as Bat-baby. I’d let him protect the streets of Chicago anytime.
Here’s JW with Tobin the Lion, who is getting his first trick-or-treat.
I missed it because I was finishing something at work, and maybe had a hormonally-fueled episode about it which probably means the next time I see him I’ll force him back into costume.
I’m a sucker for a kid in a costume, chickadees.
Enjoy this one!