This Halloween
The following is one of several items my husband has emailed me from upstairs in his sick bed.
It’s just too perfect.
If you do venture out tonight, I suggest you go as a “Surgeon,” complete with face mask and latex gloves. And maybe leave the cell/blackberry/iphone at home:)
Happy Halloween!
Hysterical! Our newscasts have been reiterating the fact that adults should distribute the candy into the kids’ receptacles, rather than allowing the cavalcade of bowl-bound germs created by grubbing, grabbing hands!
Happy Halloween!
Can you imagine someone from the 80’s seeing this graphic from the future and it boggling their mind? Creepy indeed that we are so engrossed in our tiny lanterns.
Oh, gosh, you’re so right!
Steph
Yikes! Laughing and cringing at the same time.
This could idea could easily translate to the playground/park.
Yikes. That’s actually… Scary.
I saw a lot of that while we were out in our neighborhood.
I hope your family is feeling better. We’ve so far avoided the illness, but I am always on the watch for it. Being pregnant and currently having no access to the injectable vaccine makes me very nervous.
Hey there, I haven’t commented for a while, you’re pumpkin pics with the boys were super cute! Are you guys feeling any better yet? I hope so! Hang in there.
I thought of something else I find interesting with this post—the fact your husband emailed you from upstairs. That is as telling of our times as the New Yorker cover.
When I had the flu, I texted my husband things like “need drink + tylenol” or “bored need movie asap.”
Who needs a little bell to summon help any more? Or yelling? Or moaning?