This week, our kitchen table (and most every counter space) has been an unholy, ungodly, disorganized mess—and the culprit is Halloween (and my wife's wife's job: fifth-grade teacher) and Halloweek is not over yet; on Wednesday, my wife and her class transformed her Honda CRV into a "Frog Prince"-- spectacular job, and her class won first place for their efforts; then today my wife's entire fifth-grade team dressed as all the characters from the Mario video game—my wife was a Piranha Plant—and my son Ian and his girlfriend Kyla are attending various parties and doing different costumes for each, and my wife and I are attending a Tim Burton-themed party, and my wife is being the spider from James and the Giant Peach (and I am being James, which only entails wearing a hat and suspenders, just my speed).
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