Forgive me, please...because you're about to be hit with an avalanche of Halloween-related content. Honestly, though, I feel 100% entitled to milk my son's Halloween-themed birthday party for every single last itty-bitty drop of content, because over the years, truly: I have DESTROYED these events.
Like, KILLED THEM DEAD.
(You know: ifIdosaysomyself.)
You know those things in your house that are, very simply and for no especially good reason, your favorites? Your favorite blanket, your favorite mug, your favorite pair of underwear for when no one but you is going to see it (just me?).
Me, being just a tiny bit impulsive
There have been times in my life when I've thought things through before doing them. Not many, but it has happened.
This was not one of those times.
I begin this tale with a miniature story, which shall lead into a caveat.
