Around these parts, it is a dark and stormy night.
Having just finished a delicious dinner, we are waiting on trick or treaters and watching some movies.
Our new neighborhood has tons of kids and Greg is thrilled to be on door duty. Between my goth closet and his parents' magic basement, he managed to pull together a truly terrifying Reaper costume at the last moment.
Oh, those poor, poor children. At least they are getting bribed with candy to compensate for their trauma.