It is that time again. Picture dump.
Favorite bit of the evening: youngest cousin ran from door to door, stating, “I can’t EAT peanuts,” then came home, ate 9 boxes of Nerds, threw up, and said, “It must have beencontaminated. With peanuts.” He is not deathly allergic to peanuts.
The man and I went as Jamie and Claire, from Outlander, but the kids only took derpy pictures of us. There is the mid-thirties for you. My hair isn’t right, but that’s the least of it, since Claire probably didn’t wear a fitbit in the 1780s.
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