Thanksgiving (Canucks do it earlier, ‘member?) is looming, but I don’t care that much. You know what I do care about? Hallowe’en.
This is the first year that Isobel will really get it. She’ll know what candy and chocolate await her ‘tick oh teat.’ She loves all things princessey. She likes to stay up late and walk outside, saying, “mama! Mama, the mooooooooooooooon’s on.” She will rock Hallowe’en 2009.
I’m not as prepared as some people. But I’ve got some plans on the backburner. I’ve still got 30 days, right? *shrugs*
But honestly, really tell me before I put out a lot of effort. What do you think the odds are that I could get away with taking her out, like this:
