Dear friends, Here
unworthy mother, live from Halloween.
You know, on Halloween, it's been some years since I snorted. I desecrates this beautiful festival where black and orange on their most beautiful colors. Well, this year, nay! I decided to give back to the monster, and no I am not talking about Santa unworthy.
In 2009, I decided to embrace the dark side of sugar.
First, I decorated the house there are more than 48 hours and I have not taken everything this morning, which is already remarkable.
Moreover, I welcome people with a soundscape composed of screaming monsters and werewolves (I've already done pee in their pants with two terrible twos who were still, thankfully, their bed) I disguised myself in Madame does not know how to dress but made an effort (I put the black around my eyes worse a black hat) and, finally, I bought lots of candy that I lovingly seated in surgical gloves, creating a lovely effect "zombie hand stuffed with candy safe". Or hand amputated Michelin Man, now that I think.
If I may say so, the trick gloves, it's still great, because when children have removed the candy, parents can play doctor with.
Do not thank me, I though you had one, after all this time.
Friendship, Mother
unworthy
PS I can not leave without some compelling evidence of the art of the glove ... and mood Baby - y 'it really constant in this world.
