WildeChicks rock my face off.  I’m just sayin’.

So I threw some stuff together this morning in anticipation of tonight’s trip, and I (inevitably) forgot a bunch.  These things are pretty vital, including (but in no way limited to): toothbrush, tennis shoes, and laptop.  We do have high-speed internet in the hotel, and it would just be fitting to do a bit of live blogging to keep y’all informed as to what mischeif we find.

I had some messed up dreams last night.  MESSED UP.  Bryan is under the weather, and as a result, was making a bit of racket last night, so I moved to the couch. (Yes, we have a spare bed, but it’s covered with clothes.  And I wanted to cuddle with Mabel anyway.) The minute I fell asleep, I had one of those dreams that are so ungodly real (it was about Drake Ave actually becoming very Bourbon St-esque after dark, and some man wandered into my house drunk) and then when you wake up, you’re in the setting of your dream.  I was freaking out.

For, like, a minute.

Then I was fine.

So I crawled back into bed.  Not that was I scared or anything, mind you.  I just.. you know.. like being.. there.

I can’t wait for him to move in.  Just cannot wait.  It’s so nice to come home to him.

I’m hoping before the holidays, because, DAMN, that house would be decorated to the hilt, if we combine Christmas stuff.

I’m rambling.  Sorry.

Things I remember from last Halloween, by Sarah Brown.

This will be a short post.

I remember Matthew and Courtney’s precious costumes.  Very cute.

I remember the Witches’ Brew.
I remember expecting Morgan to show up as Jason from the scary movies, because he said his name should give his costume away.

I remember being surprised that, instead, he was Capt. Morgan.

I remember never admitting to that.

I remember the Witches’ Brew.

I remember Keboobalah and David showing up as Britney Spears.

Yes, both of them.

I remember thinking that I wish I had as cool a costume as Captain Hap Hook had.

I remember a meaningful conversation that flipped a switch.

I remember a HUGE spread of food that all had a Halloween theme.

I remember making the Kitty Litter Cake.

I remember some hoodlum children COMING INTO OUR HOUSE when we did not answer the doorbell fast enough.

I remember the Witches’ Brew.

I remember Jessica looking SOOOO precious in her costume.  She was truly classic.
I remember never wanting to budge from the porch.

I remember Delle changing into pajamas.

I remember passing out in my costume.

I remember thinking, "I have never ever been this drunk before."  And being right.

I remember waking up the next day and marveling at the amount of food we had left.

And I remember decorating for Christmas.