I hate being scared.
I hate that people walk around town wearing scary masks and carrying chain saws.
I hate carving yucky pumpkins that get gooey, nasty gord guts all over your arms & hands.
&&& I hate that I have no discipline for saying NO to all the candy.
( i don't mind dressing up... that's cool)
On a happier, lighter note
GRANDPA is home!
He starts Chemo tomorrow BUT he was able to come home for the last two nights after a MONTH in the hospital! yay!
Eat an APPLE. :)