Imagine this scene:
Last night, Eric and I got dressed up (me as the Queen of Hearts, him as the Scream character) and we stuffed 40 treat bags for the trick or treaters. They were bursting with candy and small toys like leap frogs and mini games.
Last year we got around 20 kids, so we doubled the quantity in case there was an influx of kids. We did it up!
Halloween music was pumping through the upstairs window and our black light was flashing. A mild headache ensued.
My poufy sleeves really started to itch my arms, but I persisted on and had another sip of my spiked cider. Eric said he couldn’t breathe through his mask, removing it every once and a while to gasp for air. No biggie.