When Did I Grow Up?: All the Hallowing Eve

We start with the pumpkins. Because, where else would you start with Halloween? There's a few plastic tarps taped together on the floor and the guts go in the middle. It's like a pumpkin killing zone. Just so we're all clear, the best use for a pumpkin is to be scooped clean, carved up and left on your porch to slowly rot. Eating a pumpkin leads to athletes foot.

This year, Dianna wanted to have a Halloween party, so party we did. Kids party games and a pinata . . . which I didn't take a picture of . . . (although you can see part here)

Each balloon had a prize inside: bouncy ball eye, candy, the classic spider ring. Also, this was a bitch to put together.

Oh, OH, you can kind of see the pinata to the right of the rig! See the big spidery thing on the book case? Yeah, that's it. Black widow pinata. Man, I was proud that. Again - wish I'd taken a picture . . .

Attaching it to the wall proved . . . difficult. Tape and tape and tape and tape and hooks and tape and in the end I just held one side up.

There were some tense moments as the kids ran at my wall with a thumb tack but calmness . . . no, not calmness but a sense that if they misbehaved they wouldn't get candy prevailed.

All for it to get housed.

Asher was happy. Then he wasn't.

Then he was again!

Ryan. Chilling. Emmy and Enwa (which I'm sure I misspelled) from down the street.

The crowd.

Fastest, best looking and most unique mummy wins! Actually, the winners were the parents who watched their kids spin around for ten minutes. It's funny.