It’s November 2. Therefore it is officially the aftermath of Halloweekend. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am exhausted.
Another Halloween has come and gone, and with that, so has another round of staying up till all hours finishing costumes and spending an embarrassing amount of time in the shower trying to wash the glitter out of your hair.
Yet despite the vast amount of torn terrycloth on my bedroom floor and the stubborn Modge Podge stain on my pants, I cannot wait until next year.