So here are the boys. Mine is the hobo. He insisted on being one even though I feel like it's kind of a cop out. Just put on a bunch of old, dirty clothes and beg for candy. It seems too easy that way, but I have let him choose his costume since he was three, so this year is no exception.
And the girls - they are stick people. That's why I'm giving you the dark version.
It was a fun Halloween.
Also, if you've read my blog with any regularity at all, you know I hate people. I do. In fact if I meet a new person, I've noticed that I assume they're going to be jerks until I find out otherwise. Isn't that awful? You know why though?
Have you ever noticed that a lot of people feel free to give advice or judge you when they have no right? For example, morbidly obese people (and let me tell you I have no problem with people of different weights, that is NOT the point here) giving out weight loss advice? Or someone who has never married a person with children telling you how you should handle it? Or maybe someone who lives in something akin to squalor giving you advice on how you can be a better housekeeper. . . I know it's happened to every single person who reads this blog, and I know that's way more people than comments. Do you just laugh it off? Are you ever tempted to say, "Gee thanks, Dr. Phil"? I am tempted to laugh in the face of these people, but I never do. Why can't I kindly point out that I would rather take weight loss advice from someone who appears to have some experience in weight loss? Or someone who has blended a family as a parent and understands the foibles and pitfalls therein?
I friggin hate people. They are largely fuckknuckles and asshats. And it ain't getting any better out there, folks.