Here are my two little animals before we went out trick-or-treating.  Yes, my son kind of looks like Kermit the frog on drugs.  But high or not, Kermit is always cute.  For the record, carrying a one and a half year old for an hour while trick-or-treating is the most intense work out this mommy has had in a long time.  He weighs about 80 pounds. Closer to 85 with the costume on.

It’s almost 8:30pm and it feels like this day has gone on FOREVER.  So much to do before our trip (yay!!!) tomorrow. So naturally I’m sitting here at my computer, procrastimanating. Actually I’m waiting for laundry to finish because I have 94 loads to do before I can pack and I always leave packing for the last minute because I like stress.  I’m quirky that way.

Think of me tomorrow as I will be in a metal tube, thousands of feet in the air, wrestling my little animal who will be tired from his big night of trick-or-treating and is still leaking green ooze from his nose.  Should be fun.  My dear friend Gravol will also be accompanying us on our journey.