No handing out candy, no seeing all the little kids dressed up, no pumpkin carving (or pumpkin cookies tomorrow, that's what happens to poor ole' Jack after the big day). No host of little meringue ghosts, no chocolate mice with licorice tails and almond ears, no army of undead mummy cupcakes with marshmallow frosting, no leering Jack o' lantern whoopie pies covering the counters of the "Kitchen". I've been robbed, by a cold. Damn.
Instead here I sit. Now that I think of it, I'm moaning and shivering and do really kind of look like the undead, all with no extra effort on my part LOL. On the upside, Ferd is upstairs handing out candy and taking pictures of the kids who drop by so all is not lost. There is always next year. Sigh.
Scary glowing eyed cattle
This was actually supposed to be a cute adorable pic of a newborn calf
Have a "spooktacular" night.