Boo.

I don't get Halloween. Americans spend an estimated average of $6.9 billion dollars a year on this overly commercialized and ridiculously pointless "holiday." As though this country needed more reasons to hop on the Type II Diabetes train and to dress up like a skanky hybrid of a human bumblebee, drinking herself into a coma and waking up looking less like a bumblebee and more like a half naked Fantasmic! trafficker. (ha ha, if you were Amanda Carr, you'd understand that oh-so-clever reference)

Well I guess I wouldn't be a true American if I didn't buy into the commercialism. And, let's face it, I'm already well on my way to insulin blockage (thanks to Chex "muddy buddies"-drool-). Why not indulge shamelessly? Ain't nothing better than a movie about an insane dude stuck on an island (not Castaway) and an insane demon girl who kills by sliding barbed wire through one's nether regions.

Happy Halloween.
Whatever that means.
Oxymoronic, much?

I should get a job creating names for dishes.

droool...

These were pretty disgusting.
But they look so cute. :)

I bought us the wrong pumpkins.
But it turned out to be rather fitting for the night,
I mean we had to literally saw through the skins of those pumpkins.