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Halloween-ing

Just in case you weren't aware, Halloween isn't just one day. It's a month long, and all month I've been trying to work Halloween into everything. First off I decorated the apartment in bats and skulls and frogs. 
Sammy and I had to compromise on some of our decorations. I like cute scary, he likes bloody scary. That ghoul found itself in the shopping cart without my seeing.

Then I've tried to sneak Halloween into all of my outfits. Lots of orange and purples. I used a skeleton necklace to hold my ID badge.
Bats leggings that are hard to see
Bat socks 
And this isn't Halloweeny, but this was another cute outfit. 
We also went to a corn maze with some friends. It wasn't as fun as it used to be as a teen. The boys turned it into a video game and wanted to hit all of the stations and were actually reading the map so we were never lost. Plus, with four of us it was hard to compromise on where to go. I loved running in the dark, gripping my friends arms and going in circles and being lost and finding our way out. Instead, it was like paying for a chat with friends in some corn. It was a nice night, but a little sad at the same time. Sammy and I will have to try again next year. 

We also went to a Halloween party, which I'll write about later. 

Happy Halloween everyone! May your nights be spooky, but not too scary, and may you have fun and have candy, but not too much:) 

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