Heeee! Flips and I make the crappest jack-o-lanterns that ever crapped. Seriously.
But all the little ghouls and demons and witches and skeletons that have trick-or-treated a Dragons tonight has been very squealy about them. *cheshire cats the kiddies* It's nearly 7:30pm and I'm just about out of candy. Yikes. And I'm pretty sure the trick option involves weaponry in my neighbourhood. *rummages in cupboards, is afeared*
I'm settling in for a night of murder and mayhem. First cab off the rank: My Bloody Valentine. Coming up next is our boy Padalecki in Friday the 13th, which I haven't gotten around to seeing yet. *\o/*
That's if I'm still awake. Devon and I joined the boys from boot camp for a barbecue in Kings Park today. We played soccer for three hours. Chivalry is dead. My kidneys hurt. There is a new clicky sound in my knee. My spine has put in for a transfer.
Christ, I love my boot camp boys. :D