10-year-old: With all that eye-make-up on, you really look like a zombie. I hate to say it, but good job.
11-year-old [in a droll voice]: I'm not a zombie. I'm Joan Jett.
10-year-old: I don't know who that is. You should really go with zombie.
Carl (and the kids helped) made me this over the weekend just for Halloween. . .
Thankfully, the noose is much too small and my neck can't fit in there so I know he's won't be trying to get rid of me tonight.
As I type, I'm watching my neighbor put up more Christmas lights. He obviously has his holidays confused. Or maybe he's going as Santa Claus for Halloween. I don't know. But his Snoopy on a motorcycle has to go blow-up thing in his yard has to go.
Another neighbor is putting out balloons. Goddamn balloons! This isn't the friggin' prom, people.
This is gonna be a long-ass day.
Happy Halloween, people.