I am in pink pajama bottoms. Plaid. Pink robe. Not plaid. No make-up.
I was dressed up. I was going out. I was.
I didn't. SOMEBODY (somebody adorable) decided that THAT wasn't happening. So it didn't. We went home. Well, the two of us did.
I am drinking tea.
I am waiting for my husband to get home from the Halloween party I intended on attending.
What I did:
I washed my face. I read some blogs. I uploaded a new picture onto Weardrobe. I contemplated life. I turned out all the lights. I saw a fireworks display from my window. I wondered how much my city has spent on fireworks this year.
It isn't very fun to watch fireworks alone (the baby was sleeping when they began).
I compulsively clean when I am at home by myself for the evening.
Bread will burn in the toaster if you slice it too thin.
Even though I missed the Halloween party, I am a lucky, lucky girl.
Stay tuned for Halloween pictures.
I'd post them now; but the camera also got to go out without me.