After getting dressed for the Halloween party, we came downstairs and Zoe was all, “Uhh, I don’t get it”.

Clearly she needs to brush up on her DC comics.

Also, I’m so excited about all the mini butterfingers and snickers that will descend upon our house tonight, I can hardly stand it.  You raid your kids candy stash, right? (SAY YES.)

Happy Halloween, y’all.

When Jeff buys wine, he goes strictly off of price and how slick the label looks. Such a connoisseur.

She won’t let me get a squirrel hat, but walks around like this? It’s cool, Zoe, I see how it is.

It’s totally happening, y’all.

We have a butt-ton of company coming in like two weeks. For Troy’s birthday.

This means I have been like seriously unpacking and painting and unpacking and ignoring the internet. (Deepest apologies.)

For the last two days, I have been on home organization lock down. Zoe’s room is complete and it looks dope. Do we still say dope when referencing something that is off the hook? Do we even say off off the hook? Do you know that I have two unopened bottles of pinot noir on my kitchen counter that I haven’t even cracked because at night I’m too busy painting my kitchen table?

I don’t even know who I am anymore.

So, Zoe and I recovered a bench thing for her room. This means Zoe told me how she wanted it to look and I bought the supplies (with Jeff’s money) and then did all the actual work.

And after 349 people emailing me and asking if I saw ______ (insert something squirrel related here) on Pinterest, I signed up. Feel free to follow me for all your squirrel and asian related needs, I’m ZDub.

Unpacked boxes and pinot dreams,
ZDub

And I had to scrape my windshield this morning with a spatula because Jeff has both the scraper thingies in his car. HOW ARE WE IN CHARGE OF CHILDREN.