Despite our usual last-minutosity, Halloween Happened tonight.
A dad with a young trick-or-treater asked us how we kept the squirrels from eating our pumpkins. Well, that would be — by carving them an hour ago. . . .
But the rest of the family had fun with them:
Then when I went to get the candy from where I had hidden it (mostly from my husband) in the garage, I found that someone else had been enjoying it:
Based on the evidence, I would say that there is a mouse in the garage, who prefers Snickers and Twix, disdains M&Ms, and probably has developed diabetes by now.
It was a gorgeous, if appropriately chilly day.
This is not my house.
Below, however, is the front hallway of my house, with some crazy lady with a camera in there too:
And our front porch with a dark princess:
Here the Gothlet is, as a Goth Princess (her words, not mine), in the light, with two other blond Goth friends (she’s in the middle):
and in full regalia later on:
The cat got into his bag costume.
My other daughter?
You mean Preteen Paris? (Her idea!)