Happy Tooth Decay Day!

My husband. He cracks me right up.  

Today I put Jake in charge of picking up some treats for our trick-or-treater's. This was mainly because we waited until the last minute {as usual} and I was in class. Guys, he did great. 

Five bags! Five bags of Halloween goodness! And guess what? NOT ONE TRICK-OR-TREATER!  Okay, okay. I guess we did have one if you count the Jimmy John's delivery person we begged to take some candy so we could feel the slightest bit festive. But still. Didn't the fairies, football players, princesses, and superheroes know we have spent the entire month of October planning what treats we would serve? {Okay, you caught me. Slight exaggeration}. How inconsiderate of them.

I also asked Jake to pick up a little something special for our niece and nephew. You know, just a little extra treat to make sure they knew they were our favorite trick-or-treater's {who knew they would be the sole candy collectors we would see all night}. I came home to this. 

One pile for each. Oh boy. Don't worry, I rationed them before their mom could yell. Our poor kids don't have a chance. 

So here we are. Eating our Jimmy John's. Patiently waiting for our doorbell to ring. Please send your kids our way or we will be eating 5 bags of candy for the next year. {Okay, it is Jake and I. It will be gone in less than a week.} 

Until next time, 

♥kate