We ordered the kid’s Halloween costumes a few weeks back and when they came, the kids wanted to wear them all the time. So much so that I finally hung them up in Bean’s closest so they would last until the end of the month. I figured it was a safe spot as we very rarely go in there and I knew the kids wouldn’t stumble on them by accident and dig them back out.
What I didn’t count on was me forgetting about the costumes, opening up the closet and almost peeing my pants in fright.
(Bonus points if you can tell what both kids are being from this pic.)
We were invited last weekend to go on a Haunted Hay Ride. I quickly declined because I don’t do scary at all- and, quite frankly, even a high school version of a haunted hay ride may be too much for me. But just because I don’t like being scared doesn’t mean I don’t like seeing other people be scared.
Here are some pictures of people going through a Haunted House in LA (I think). #4 and #19 makes me giggle every time I see them.
And this is from a few years ago when Ellen had one of her writers go through a Haunted House. I laugh because I would have gone through the same exact way- talking to myself, psyching myself up, screaming at crazy times and and ultimately needed a new pair of pants when I was done. Love it!