The hills are now in Technicolor.
They grow these little pumpkins for this very purpose.
Normally I’m all BAH HUMBUG this time of year, but Marlo’s enthusiasm is just a tiny bit contagious.
I wonder how many of us will now have this stuck in our heads for the rest of the day.
First Peter Frampton, then Donny Osmond, and now… and now Sweet Micky.
October comes in like a lamb, and that lamb gets roasted and slapped between two buns by a lion about halfway through.
If my kids are going to embrace change, then so will I.
Chuck plays an important role in the beauty regimen of my girls.
This right here is for you, Casey Carey-Brown.
We threw a party involving both Marlo AND a piñata and somehow no one got hurt.