Eight days and counting.
I can already tell I'm in trouble. The weather outside is frightful and I have not been leaving my sacrificial offerings of Milk Duds and Candy Corns for the Halloween Gods. This is not good.
In a fit of bad parenting coupled with extreme I-Don't-Care-edness stirred with the spoon of No Time No Time No Time I walked through the valley of the shadow of
in an attempt to find the missing pieces of the pirate puzzle. So far I had a hat and a small stuffed parrot. At the very least, I needed an eyepatch, and was hoping to find some sort of puffy shirt and/or some red and white SMEE-type stockings.
Of course you know, in order to have one measley eyepatch, I came out with an entire costume. Black jacket, black pants, another pirate hat and some plastic things to put over the pant legs to look like boots. Next year I'm looking for a pirate-supply store.
Mission accomplished. I guess.