You can't say that isn't a gorgeous pumpkin. If you do, you're a liar. The backside isn't as pretty. Just like our Christmas tree last year. Aaron worked all weekend so I went to the "patch" alone. I got looks. People judged me. I actually enjoyed it though because if pumpkin picking is anything like Christmas tree hunting with Aaron, I'd rather go alone. I was not raised with real trees. We had a fake one because of the cats and the needles and mess. My opinion doesn't count when we get to the tree farm. In this case, I doubt Aaron even noticed our proud little pumpkin...
Our horribly ugly front stoop.
Awesome door decor which now makes it impossible to know if there is a serial killer at my front door. Worth it.
And the best door mat EVER. So now the front of our home is good to go. Now we needed costumes. I have mine picked but my sister did not, so we headed to the Halloween store.
Me- I want to stop at the Halloween store in town.
Chelsea- OK. What do they sell there? Costumes?
Me- What? What do they sell at the HALLOWEEN STORE?...
It only got worse from there so that's all I'll share. They had costumes, I got my wig cap and gloves for my costume. I also admired some of the amazing decor. One thing we both felt a little uneasy about though...the zombie babies.
This little number hung on a swing just above our heads. Terror evoking.
I also did eventually get tickets to see Lorraine Warren. It was awesome! Look her up if you don't know who she is!! So spooky and fun.
Happy Monday, kids.