Why don't ghosts have kids? Because they have Halloweenies. OMGLOLLOLLOLROFLMFAO!!!!!!!!

Hello my ghouls and gremlins,

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!

My, my, my, I am an ambitious little blogger, aren't I? Well, I've just so much to say, lately. There's no stopping me. So don't even try. Really. I'm warning you.

I love this time of year. I would say that from about Oct. 1 - Jan. 1 I am generally in a very happy, festive mood (unless you do something to piss me off).

Halloween kicks off a season of crispy weather, hot decorations, and a lightheartedness in New Yorkers that can only be experienced this time of year.

Tomorrow I will officially be the proud mama of a freshly minted five year old. And then I'll start shopping for a Tofurkey. And then we'll start putting candy canes on everything. Wheeee!!!

So, we got up this morning and Lily actually consented to wear her pumpkin costume to school. Shawn took her to school on the subway, giant orange pillow-thingy (handmade by gramma) in hand, while Lil worked the pole and chattered about how much fun she was about to have. Babydaddy brought the camera so he could snap pics at school before she decides it's fucking horribly uncomfortable to wear a giant orange pumpkin costume all day, so I'll have pictures to post soon. I just know that for the parade and trick or treating tonight, she's gonna demand I let her wear her cheap ass made-in-Korea Cinderella dress instead. But, I'm enjoying it while it lasts.

Tomorrow we celebrate her birthday. This morning I started reminiscing (a tradition my mother had with me, and one I warned Lil will last her entire life)...
"Five years ago right now, I started having contractions!"
"Five years ago right now I was jumping up and down on the bed, trying to get my water to break!"
"Five years ago right now I was in so much body-rocking pain that I projectile vomited and farted at the same time!!!"

She's tolerating my sentimentality for now. What can I say, it's my thing. It's what I do.

On a weird note, I got a call from my mother today and she told me how my father was summoned to my nephew's kindergarten yesterday morning, because he had somehow wedged the little flat handle of his jacket's zipper between his two front teeth. Dad got there and the poor little guy was totally panicked, his jacket up over his mouth, unable to get the zipper out himself. Dad saved the day, as usual, and all was well.

And life goes on.

Have a great day, ghoulies!!! I can't wait to hear all your debaucherous, horrifying Halloween tales. Stay safe, and look out for razor blades in the apples.

MWAH!!!


Lil got Sea Monkeys for her birthday!!!