The day after...

It's been a sluggish kind of day. The cold I have been beating off the last week waged a sneak attack last night and I woke up hacking and sniffling. I was also suffering from what I refer to as The Day After Halloween Syndrome. You know, when the kids and I are all exhausted from too much excitement, too much sugar, and not enough sleep.

Yes, I used the same opening paragraph on both of my blogs today...lazy, lazy, lazy.

So I spent most of the day on the sofa, gorging myself on chocolate while trying to hide the obscene pile of candy wrappers in the sofa cushions in case The Man made it upstairs from the office. The candy didn't make me feel better, by the way, it actually made me kind of nauseous.

Go figure.

I did do something productive today though. And trust me when I say this is a very loose interpretation of the word productive. We had these 3 pie pumpkins sitting on the kitchen table that were supposed to be painted at some point, but, as usual it never happened. So, when Ben and Clara both became bored with climbing all over me between coughing fits, I decided we could do this:

In case you are not sure what you are looking at here, it's 3 pumpkins decorated with pushpins. Oh yes, I know, overwhelming, isn't it. Right now you are thinking I am quite the crafting goddess. Heh.

The saddest part is it wasn't even my idea. I stole it off someone's blog, which I would definitely link if I could remember who it was. Theirs was all classy-like though, a Fleur-de-lis in antique brass brads. I am sure they would be horrified at our redneck interpretations. If it counts for anything, my 3-year-old thought this was genius.

And for good measure, here's a picture of a couple of my kids from last night. It seems posting costumed kid pics is the in thing to do today and I wouldn't want to be bumped from the cool-kids table. Clara was a Dalmatian but my camera died and then she went to bed early so she was not able to make a photo appearance.

Allison had to fend for herself costume wise this year, and I thought she did smashing on her gypsy. Brandon declined to dress up for the first year ever. Kinda sad actually.

Alright, I am off to bed. But first, I have to go clean out some sofa cushions.