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Bucket List III: Sleepy Hollow Halloween

My neck of the woods (which is right next door to Sleepy Hollow, which you might recall as the place where the Headless Horseman himself lived) does Halloween REALLY well. Like, transforming-a-corn-maze-into-the-scariest-haunted-house-ever well. And since this is our last season as residents of HalloweenLand, I figured we should probably do it right.

Bucket-listed!

I have a pretty low fear threshold at these live-action haunted house things, so I've developed a strategy for dealing with it when I really need, say, the lady with the bleeding eyes to get away from me RIGHT NOW. Did you know that if you act totally not-scared they look for someone more fun to freak out? It's true. So when I spot a creature on the horizon that I can't handle coming near me, I just immediately disengage and act all "whatever, I'm so totally over this" and there you go: Scary Thing has moved on to the person behind me (sorry, Diana).

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Links & Love & Stuff

 I made this pie for my in-laws' visit this weekend. It is delicious (or at least it looks delicious; I am willing myself to leave it intact until their arrival). P.S. Can you tell I'm sort of into mint green kitchen stuff? If you are too, you can get that pie stand here and the Kitchenaid mixer in that amazing color here (it's called "Pistachio Green").

 These booties are a perfect fall buy: they work for everyday but are interesting enough to stand out in a crowd. Also well-priced. Win!

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Get A Taste Of Your Dream Life

See the happy faces in that photo? That pretty much sums up how I feel about the surprise I have for you today.

I am SO EXCITED.

OK, so whenever we take a long car trip with our kids, I start out sitting in the front like a normal person, but within minutes I end up wedged into the teeny, tiny space in between their two car seats, distributing pacifiers and sippy cups and toys, my purse crushed under my feet and an action figure stabbing its plastic sword into the small of my back. And at some point during these rides, I always fall into a daydream: our car has been replaced by a gorgeous (and huge) RV with a refrigerator and a breakfast table and a bed covered in a big, colorful quilt, and instead of sitting in traffic on I-95 we're driving along Route 66, stopping to buy dreamcatchers and eat BBQ and pulling over to the side of the road at night to stare up at the wide-open, star-filled sky.


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