And a Sunday Halloween sounded great until my son got his hockey schedule. Game at 5:50 a.m. Huh? So, now he'll be up for 12 hours before he can even go Trick or Treating. Ugh. I suppose we could go out during the day, but that's just not the way things are done around these parts. And to even mention skipping the hockey game would be heresy.
I can hear the sounds of screams and ghoulies coming from the Haunted House at the camp next door... so spooky, I love it, it's like our own Halloween soundtrack.

Mine.

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