And the fog around the moat...I mean the "lake" by our condos.
I don't mind cold. If it's warm inside (Read: when my husband turns the heat on.) I nearly expired in the shower this morning. I couldn't stand the half of my body that wasn't under the hot stream of water as the air was frigid. I started to think there was an angry ghost in my bathroom (Creeper. Watchin' me shower). "When they get angry, it gets cold...." (Sixth Sense reference).
I guess it's not only the weather that's ready for Winter. It's also, drumroll...Christmas Tree Shop! Here is a new take on candy corn. For the love of god...
Not only is is snowing in October, but we have now turned a popular Halloween treat into a Christmas delight. We did some other scouring, naturally. There's a lot to look at in this mish-mash of weirdness discounted oddities.
I got 2 instant compliments the second this hate grazed my scalp. Probably wouldn't make a lot of sense for me to wear a Hannukah hat to church for Christmas Eve service though. So I passed.
Mom. Insisting that 25 cent soup is "just as good" as $4 soup from the regular store. She bought it. I have no doubts she'll keep us all posted. We then headed over to the mall to shop for my husband's birthday. 29. So young, so fragile. I think he needs...
Yes. That, my friends, is a beaver head rest. For travel. because who DOESN'T need this? I didn't buy it, relax. I knew Aaron didn't need a beaver head rest. That's why we got Apollo.
Have a wonderful Friday, friends! Happy birthday, Aaron :) xo