So, I love Halloween.
Like, I'm not quite fanatical, but I love Halloween. Since I've been married my sister's come to my house and we eat way too much, and watch scary movies way too late.
So this year I dressed little Henry up as a flippin adorable scarecrow, and then did myself up. (I'm the person I wanted to be when I was 17, I case you're wondering) And we went to my grandmas houses.
I...I mean, Henry, got two pieces of candy, and they were delicious.
Then the minions came over, and we had pizza, and root beer floats, and they made chocolate cookies which were the bomb.
We watched Case 39, which I hadn't seen in years, but it was just as freaky as I remembered it, and then we watched House at the End of the Street. I've seen it probably ten times and it still gives me the creeps. Why'd they have to use one of my old actor crushes to be a psycho?
I also went a little all out and carved pumpkins, and hung cobwebs and candles and danger tape on everything.
What did you do??