Carpet - 0, Cankels - 2

So much for things getting interesting. Apparently the carpet might not even be in until the 10th. Don't go there - I've been there and back and I'm sick of crying and screaming. There isn't a darn thing we can do about it, so I'm using one of my better skills and ignoring the whole thing.

Aunt TaTa came over last night to help give out candy, we had a few cute kids and then a bunch of punks. I guess that's what you get for not living in a cookie cutter subdivision.

After Am left I looked at my legs and realized my cankels were in full effect. For those of you not lucky enough to experience cankels, this is where your feet and ankels fail to have a distinguishing point from your calf. I figured I'd put my feet up in the recliner and hunker down there for the night.

Apparently I wasn't the only one with that thought.

You can see that Yogi, Charlie (under my arm), and Minnie (on the belly), along with myself, and the Punkin Head are all hunkered down.


And my cankels haven't gone away . . .