Says Sam in the midst of our Halloween party trashed house. "You know this white stuff(crust) under the pie is kinda hard to cut, yo" Daniel and I are grooving(I can say that, right?-I'm over thirty)to the Beatles as we clean up the wreckage. We're having more fun than anyone should cleaning up a house. Sliding across the wood floor in our socks, dancing with the broom, jumping up and down and being totally goony. We've made a good recovery since this morning when Sammy came in, crawled into bed and kept us from getting those last few much needed hours of sleep. You know that bleary-eyed state where all you want to do is sink back down into warm snuggly indolence and any disruption(such as a wiggly, playful five year old who likes to announce the time everytime the clock changes)seems completely intolerable?

CRASH! Sam's plate hits the floor, pie and all. I see his face morphing into that indecisive state kids get that either means howling woe or hilarious giggles are immanant, but alas, my mind is blank(due largely to much lack of sleep, and overindulgence the last two nights in a row). "Wow, that crust really WAS hard to cut!" Daniel says and tips the balance in favor of the giggles. We all laugh and he carries Sammy off the couch as I clean up the new mess. My hero.

The party was great fun, too. Excellent creative costumes. Our friends Josh and Jess came over and cooked awesome springrolls, mysteriously disappeared to my bedroom for an hour or so, then emerged magically transformed into sexy satyr and gorgeous nymph-amazing handmade(on the spot)costumes. They definately won 'most creative' hands down. Daniel made a very(perhaps a bit too) convincing old curmudgeon(cranky old man). Rowankitty and Sambird chased each other around all night, leaving trails of Sams black and white feathers everywhere. Goddesses were everywhere. I will post the pics as soon as we get them.

It was lovely. It's definately time for a break, yo-I'm totally partied out.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!