Aaron and Griffin made quite the Halloween decorations this weekend...
... and Griffin even "helped" me with this
... which required a lot of x-acto knife work. Oy. I still have blisters.
Friday was great -- I spent the afternoon out of the house running errands By Myself. The joy.
On Saturday, while we were loading the children in the van, on the way to the pumpkin patch, I felt something on my chest, which I swatted away. As I was buckling Darwin in, I felt something furry on my arm... it was a massive honey bee. At least three feet long. And beadie eyes bigger than marbles. Honest. And very pissed off. And the fucker stung me. Which sent me into hysterics...
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRROOOOOOONNNNNN!!!! AAAAAAARRRRRRROOOOOONNNNN!!! GET THE EPI-PEN! EEEEEEPPPPPPEEEEE PEEEEEENNNN! I'M GOING TO DIE! I'M GOING TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!"
"GET THE EPI-PEN! EEEEPPPPPEEEE-PEEEEN! I'M GOING TO DIE!"
"Why do you need the EpiPen?
"BECAUSE I'M GOING TO DIE!" ::sobbing::
Hmm. Yeah. We're really organized in this house. Have I mentioned how fabulous our communication skills are in the midst of a crisis?
Anyway, amazingly enough -- I didn't die. And I didn't get the EpiPen either. Aaron gave me a triple dose of Benadryl because he didn't want to take me to the hospital (ah, such a nice, loving husband -- yes?). And then I took a four hour nap.
I woke up just in time to make an appearance (sans costume) at Alicia's fabulous Halloween party (which I also didn't take a ton of photos. I'm such a disappointment this weekend).
Then Sunday we finally made it to the pumpkin patch, followed by a birthday party.
No wonder I'm feeling like I need today to recover from the weekend.