Claire came home this weekend, although I hardly recognized her.
She fell in love with this warty pumpkin. Reminds me of a song with the following lyrics.
Head full of tricks and treats
It leads me thru the nighttime streets
Black cats and falling trees
Under ladders always walking
Salt shaker spills just throw it over your shoulder, babe
I’ve got a bad idea again, i’ve got a
Bonus cred for anyone who can name the artist.