Words with Chando, secret agent man....smiley turd?

I'm in a pretty weird mood today.
I guess it's the "last day of the year" funk.
In honor of the funk,
this post is going to be pretty random/weird/useless.

I've heard "YOU LOOK LIKE THE GIRL IN THE LYING GAME!" quite a few times.
I don't watch the lying game, but after the 10th person said it, I finally decided to look her up.
Her name is Alexandra Chando.
I'm don't really think we look that much alike.
The only thing I see a resemblance in is our joker chins.
What do you think?

Over the past couple of days, 
My brother has gotten me addicted to Words With Friends.
I know. I'm like 500 years behind the times. It's not the "it" game anymore.
Since no one I know is playing, I've successfully transferred my addiction to hubs.
I'm also playing with some random person with the screen name "shawty"...
I guess that's gangster for shorty? That's how I say it, anyway. Shaw-tee.
I have at least 2 games going with hubs,
3 with my brother,
1 with his girlfriend,
and 2 with shawty 
at all times.
That's 8 games that are constantly being played.
I have at least 2 notifications, to tell me it's my turn, every 5 minutes.
I even gave the notifications their own ring tone.
I call it the exciting ring tone.
I forgot to put my phone on vibrate yesterday during church..
and the exciting ringtone rang throughout the sanctuary.
Instead of being worried/embarrassed that my phone was going off during the sermon,
I was filled with happiness and it took all I had to not play the round right then.
But I was a big girl, and just put my phone on vibrate.
I also may have looked at the word shawty played.
If you play, look me up!

Hubs got a laser/strobe light thing for his home protection gun with some of his Christmas money.
Now he constantly walks around the house like he's a secret agent,
pretending there's a killer somewhere.
I took these while laying in bed on Saturday morning.

I love Instagram (Mrs_Ingram11) and I have been wondering how to get the cute little emoticons.
I finally realized it was an app,
and I fell in love with the little fella beside Hubs.
I decided I wanted to see him all the time,
so I placed him beside the person's name who calls/texts me the most.
Yep, that's why I decided on his placement.
Well, that and because Hubs can also be a turd sometimes....
but even when he acts like a turd, I still think he's cute.
Therefore, cute little smiling turd has a permanent home.

I'm going to end this post before I kill you with any more randomosity.
I hope all of you have a great New Year's eve!
Be safe!


Christmas photo purge

Where in the world did Christmas go?
I had no idea today was Friday.
I've been in some sort of stupor for the past 3 days.
All I've done is eat and lay around.
Seriously. I just looked in the mirror for the first time since Tuesday...
no bra, a bun that's migrated to the side of my head, no makeup, crumbs on my shirt, sleep crust in my eyes, and thighs that have tripled in size.
Not pretty.
 I've decided to tell you about my week in pictures.
Don't worry,
there are no pictures of the terrifying sight I just described.

1. Cheesy picture at the family Christmas party. Taken so it can be posted on Facebook to prove we still like each other.
2. My brother's girlfriend. His first serious girlfriend. AKA: the girl that scares the ba-jeez out of me.  Not because she's scary. She is the sweetest, funniest, most gorgeous, girl ever. I really REALLY like her. I've just never seen my brother so crazy in love with a girl...and THAT is why I'm scared.
3. Mad cause he's losing at BINGO. 
4. BINGO at the party. Redneck style. Yes, that's corn. And after bingo, it's deer bait.

5. My first BINGO win of the night. Everyone who comes to the party brings a bingo prize. That mug was the prize I brought. Don't tell anyone. I've never wanted a $1 mug so badly.
6.  second win of the night. cookie jar.
7.  third win. Christmas sign.  I was winning like a boss.
8. see that ornament on the tree? no? oh, that's because every single ornament hubs put on the tree looked like that.  behind the garland.  the garland which, by the way, I made/sewed myself. Because I'm insane. But it looks gorgeous. I should have taken a picture of the whole tree.

9. BayLee being a doll baby.
10. dawwww! It's Santa Paws!
11. after I took 375829754895793068590368 pictures, he let me know how ticked off he was.
12. Christmas present from his aunt! He's such a trooper.

13. I know. I'm mean. 
14. My dashing brother.
15. Hubs got a lot of camo for Christmas...... it scares me.
16. one of the many causes for my thighs tripling. Chocolate covered potato chips. Sent from heaven.

17.  Hubs and my cute mom.
18.  the adorable sewing box from my mom. She said she bought it because I've been so domesticated lately. Because of that sewing box, hubs has given me about 6 of his shirts to fix......
19.  Typical.

I hope y'all had a very merry Christmas!!!!


the end of the world.....thanks to Larry.

Well here we are.
The day before "the end of the world."
And why do people believe tomorrow is the end?
Oh yeah, because of the Mayans.
Something about how their calendar ends...and blah blah blah blah.
I would like to propose a theory.
A theory I've had for a while now.

The Cramp Theory.
One day, in the 5th century,
the head Mayans gave Larry a job.
It was tedious, and would require patience...
Larry was appointed to write the calendar.
Not just for the year,
but for infinity.
So Larry sat down and began to write.
He wrote for hours,
for days,
for months...
 for years.
He had written all the way up to the 21st century calendars.
He had finished writing December 20th of 2012,
and as he began to write December 21st,
he had the worst hand cramp of all time.
(before this particular cramp, he had thousands of other hand cramps...but this one was the father of all hand cramps...)
And he quit.
Of course, no one else wanted his job...
would you want constant hand cramps?
probably not.
and that was that.
The end of the Mayan Calendar.
And here we are.
Thanks Larry.
You could have at least sucked it up long enough to write us a little note or something.
It didn't even have to be detailed.
Something along the lines of
 suck, hand cramp, OMG
that would have been sufficient.



the lobes of my life

Today is hubs' birthday!
So naturally this blog post is going to be an ode to him.
He's a good 4 and a half years older than I am,
and he is quickly approaching the next big 0.
No, he's not 30 yet,
but I've been giving him a hard time.
I haven't necessarily called him old,
I've just been letting him know 
 that I'm glad he will always have to hit the big birthdays a solid number of years before I do.
Which means he will have to use adult diapers before me,
and I will always feel young.

And now it's time to show a cheesy picture of him when he was little.
I want to take a second to point out his lobes.
so juicy.
You might think I'm weird
(I'll understand),
but I'm going to let you in on a little secret.
You know how people ask you
What's the first thing you noticed about him/her?
I've never been able to truthfully answer that question.
I always respond with one of the cliche answers like
his dreamy eyes, his gorgeous smile or his sexy bod.
And while I did notice all of those things,
None of them were what I noticed first.
If I were to answer truthfully,
I would say
his luscious lobes.
I'm pretty sure my truthful answer would cause some terribly awkward situations.
So I avoid it.
I have a thing with earlobes.
As soon as I laid my eyes on his lobes,
I heard angels sing.
I like to rub them when I'm stressed or nervous.
I rub mine, too...
but they aren't as glorious as his.

And they keep getting juicier with age.

I love you (and your lobes) so much!

GFC Blog Hop!

I am co-hosting the GFC Blog Hop with Melissa @ The Life of a Not So Ordinary Wife, today, and I am beyond excited! 
I love making new blog friends- it makes this huge world seem a little bit smaller.
 I can't wait to meet y'all!
(if you don't know how it works, just read the rules below)

It's Tuesday again which means it's time for the GFC Blog Hop!
When I want to follow a blog the first thing I look for is GFC (Google Friend Connect), it's so easy and  nice to be able to go and see all of the blogs you follow in one spot. It's really a great tool to have. 
One side note- Did you know you can follow through GFC using your Twitter Account? TRUE, it's definitely an option!
Ok, so let's get to the party, shall we?
RULES are simple:
1. Follow your host via GFC
The First link below
2. Follow your co-hosts via GFC
The Next 8 links below
3. Link up below using your main blog url not a specific post.
4. Make sure to visit some of the blogs in the link up and follow them via GFC 
and if you want to leave them a comment, I'm sure they'd appreciate that as well.
5. Tweet about this blog hop
6. Share about this blog hop by grabbing a button and putting it on your sidebar!

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Letter from BayLee.

Hi, I'm BayLee!
(the one mom floods Instagram with)
Speaking of mom, she's still in bed.  She keeps saying something about re-cooperating from last week.  She had something called finals. I have no idea what finals is, but I guess I had it, too, because it was the worst week of my life. See, mom and I have a routine: I wake mom up lick mom's face and get my morning belly scratch; after the belly scratch, we go outside to sniff and pee on every piece of tall grass I can find do my morning business; and the rest of the day is filled with snuggles, going on walks, playing, sleeping, and more belly scratches....but last week our routine was non existent. From Monday through Wednesday, she sat in the living room and looked at books ALL DAY.  So I just stared at her and tried to look as pitiful as possible.

 This was me on Monday.



Mom was gone all day Thursday, and things have been normal since Friday...so I guess finals is gone. I hope it never comes back. Well, it's time to wake mom up!
See ya on Instagram!
Lots of licks,


Link up: Blog Friend Package Swap #2!

It's that time, again!
Time to reveal all of our goodies from the BFPS!

Mrs. in the Making

This time it was a holiday item/ornament swap.
My partner was the lovely and hilarious Whitney from The Middle of the Street.
I absolutely adore her.
You should go be her friend.

Here's what she sent me:
(Please forgive the horrible blurriness of this picture I took with my phone..my camera is MIA.)

Fuzzy socks (a girl's best friend- they have snuggled my toes on numerous occasions),
 a secret chocolate orange (that I can't bring myself to eat because of it's secretiveness),
 and a BYU elf ornament (that is hanging right smack dab in the middle of my tree).
Coolest presents EVER.

Thanks Whitney!!!
Especially for getting me the size 9-11 socks.
(Tall girl rules.)
You're the bomb dot com.

Now to all you lovely ladies who did the BFPS,
it's time to LINK UP!
If you want to add that little BFPS button to your post ,
just click on the "link up" tab at the top of my blog page.
Can't wait to see your posts!

I hope everyone has a fabulous day!


cheek n' slide

When Tyler's parents were here,
we rode in their vehicle most of the time.
It's a maroon SUV thing.
Kind of like a Tahoe,
but not a Tahoe?
I'm not even sure if SUV would be the correct category.
BUT all you need to remember is 
We went to the movies one evening and when the movie was over,
I was walking about 100 steps in front of everyone.
I was hungry...
I get weird and antisocial when I'm hungry.
I quickly walked to the MAROON/TAHOE-LIKE vehicle,
opened the backseat passenger door,
grabbed onto the little grabby thing on the ceiling,
pulled myself up,
slid my left cheek onto the seat
(no, not my left face cheek),
and in the middle of pulling my right leg into the vehicle 
and scooting my right cheek onto the seat...
I looked around.
I beat everyone to the car.
I was in a stranger's car.
Hanging out.
There were a couple of presents in the floor board...
I should have went ahead and opened them
I immediately flung myself onto the pavement,
slammed the door,
and started running toward my husband and inlaws...
who were WATCHING me and LAUGHING the whole time.

That incident ranks in my top 10 most embarrassing moments.
I've gone up to cars that I thought were mine,
but I never actually got in.
I had never grazed my cheeks on a random stranger's car seat before.
I sure hope the owner of that car doesn't commit murder or something...
because I was definitely in there long enough for some of my skin cells and hair to flake off.
Oh, and one more thing.
 if you leave your doors open,
or you might have a weird, antisocial, unobservant hungry woman cheek n' slide you.

Happy Tuesday!
And for all of you who have finals this week....
I feel your pain. 



I'm pretty sure I've already told y'all how bad I am at geography.

Before the hubs and I got married,
I didn't try to hide my geographic disability.
I told him.
"If someone held a gun to my head and said they would spare me,
 as long as I could label a map of the US correctly.....
I would die. Literally. They would end up shooting me. 
And if they asked me to label all of the continents and countries...
I would tell them to go ahead and kill me."
He thought I was being silly and laughed it off.
It's taken him almost 4 years....
but I think he finally realized that I wasn't being silly.

I almost talked myself out of telling you what I'm about to tell you.....
but this is me.
uncut and uncensored.
You're welcome.

Hubs and I were watching "Alaskan Troopers."
I think it's on the Discovery channel.
Obviously, it's about Alaskan Troopers.
As I watched it,
my brain was in overdrive.
Here is a small excerpt of what I was thinking:
Hmm...Alaska is dark for 6 months....that's insane....and it looks so cold there...the Troopers have to use snow mobiles.....and their lips are so chapped....wait...where exactly is Alaska? 
So I decided to ask my husband- 
me: Tyler. Where is Alaska?
hubs: Really?
me: well yeah. I mean...I know it's out in the ocean somewhere..I guess it's close to Antarctica.
hubs: Autumn. Are you serious?
me:Well where is it?
hubs: Stop it. You know it's attached to Canada.
me: What?! It is not! Alaska is dark for 6 months...how can it be attached to Canada?...Canada isn't dark for 6 months.
hubs: ..................
me: Fine. If it is attached to Canada, why don't you pull up a map on your phone and show me.
And that's exactly what he did.
He pulled up a map and showed me.
My mind was blown.
How could I be 23 years old and not know that???
And to think,
I always wondered how cars with an Alaska license plate got here.
Well, I knew how they got here...
they came over on a ship...
But I wondered why they would spend so much money to do that.
Why not just save money and rent a car when they got here?
I've never seen my husband laugh as long as he did that night.
I laughed, too.
But come on, people.
HOW did I not know that Alaska was part of North America?
Well I'll tell you why.
After a solid 2 days of trying to solve the mystery,
it occurred to me...
in every US map I've ever labeled,
Go back up and look at that map.
Alaska and Hawaii are in boxes.
I'm surprised I didn't think Alaska was an island below Arizona and California.

I'm sure that sometime in my life I saw a map of North America that showed me where Alaska was...
but OBVIOUSLY I didn't make the connection.

It's a good thing I didn't want to be a pilot.



My Thanksgiving festivities are officially over.
Here's a quick recap:

I made every bit of Thanksgiving dinner with my awesome grandma.
After 2 days of cooking and baking- this is what we had!
Pure deliciousness!
We ate left overs for 3 days.
None of my pants fit anymore.
and if I could go back....
I would stuff my face just as much!
I can buy new pants.

Of course the guys hunted until dinner.

Then the Saturday after Thanksgiving,
Tyler's parents came in (from Alabama) for a week long visit.
They went back home this past Saturday.
We had so much fun while they were here!

Be ready for a blog post every day this week.
Boy do I have some things to tell y'all!


hibernation lessons.

Well hey there, long lost friends!
I've been hibernating.
You know, 
catching up on sleep...
and eating everything in site.
It feels good!

I've learned some very important lessons during this hibernation.
Here are the top 2.

Lesson #1.
I went on a rant the other day about how crazy expensive razors were.
My Venus replacement heads are like 25 dollars.
So I decided to boycott Venus.
I would buy the 2 dollar disposable razors instead.
Great idea!
The next day, 
I used one to shave my pits.
After the first swipe,
I learned a very valuable lesson:
there is a reason they were 2 dollars...
they do not shave the hair,
they pluck each hair individually.

Lesson #2.
 Hubs had to preach last Sunday.
Saturday night,
he was super nervous.
So being a good wife,
I told him I was going to pray over him.
I leaned my forehead against his forehead,
and away I went.
I prayed for peace, 
I prayed for wisdom,
I prayed for courage,
and before I could pray anymore,
Tyler pulled his head away and started gagging.
I asked him what was wrong,
and his reply was
"Please stop breathing."
Don't eat 10 pounds of ranch dip before praying over husband...
apparently your breath will smell like vomit.

My hibernation is over,
I have to get ready for the in-loves (in-laws)!

I hope y'all have a fabulous day!


Now Rejoice!

Brit from These Happy Times is doing a series called Now Rejoice.
She asked me to take part-
and I shared my story on her blog today.
You should check it out!

Happy Tuesday!


this might surprise you...

 between me and the end of the semester!
and I will finally be an RN.
I'm hearing angels sing right now.
I had a huge test today,
and let me tell you.
It was beyond rough.
Studying for this test was horrible.
I couldn't focus.
At all.
Want to know why?
How about I just show you why...
I'm pretty sure he is on steroids.
He was on our game camera 
(from one night last week)
BEHIND our house!
He is the reason I haven't been able to concentrate.
 You see,
hunting is in my blood...
and as soon as I saw this picture,
I about died.
I want him.
From the time I saw him 
 up until this very second,
I have been day dreaming
about eating him.
That's right.
I mean,
I want to get my picture taken with him and all...
but I mainly want to eat him.
I only like 3 meats.
turkey, chicken, and deer.
I want to put him in my freezer.
You didn't know I was quite this country, did ya?


it's been one of those days.

I can't believe it's already November.
Only one more month until this semester is over.
It is kicking my booty.
I've already started a count down to May.
I will be studying my butt off from now until Thursday.
I have the zit the size of Mount Rushmore on the side of my nose...
and it's so stinkin' sore...
but I keep pushing on it anyway.
I had to get up at 4:45 this morning.
I spent all day in a psychiatric hospital...
a patient taught me some sweet dance moves.
He said he was Magic Mike's brother.
I almost stayed there.
I got a sneak peak of one of the pictures from our one year anniversary session-
and it made my day better.

Hope you survived your Monday!



First of all-
 The costumes are compliments of hubs.
We wore them to his company Halloween party.
Aren't they sexy?
I know you're super jealous.

Second of all-
I've seen a few of my blog friends do this link-up.
Answering questions about your strange, smelly,  better half.
This week,
I wanted to take part:)

What is the best gift to give your husband?
He explained to me long ago that shopping for him was not difficult.
golf. guitars. guns. hunting. fishing. 
As long as a gift involves any one of those things,
it's the "best."
He actually handed me a Dick's Sporting Good's magazine the other day.
He put stars beside a lot of things.
I'm pretty sure  it's his Christmas list.

What is a meaningful gift that you can give that does not cost money?
The most meaningful, free gift I can give my hubs is scratching him.
I hear "babeeeeeee will you PLEASE scratch me?" at least 5 times a day.
His head, his back, his arms, his beard...
If I were willing, he would gladly let me scratch him for hours days.
If he weren't so darn cute,
it would be annoying ;)

 What is the best gift you have given to him?
I could be mushy here and say "my heart;"
But he still gives me kudos and bonus points for the PS3 I got him for his birthday 3 years ago
 and the gun I bought him last Christmas.
So I'll go with those.
 Oh, and don't ask me what kind of gun.
I have no idea what it is...
he pointed it out, 
I remembered what it looked like,
 went back to the store,
and said I want that green one.

What is the best gift he has given to you?
Of course the material gift would be my bling.
But the all-around best gift he has ever given me is his patience.
He has the patience than Job.
I am pretty uptight and spastic at times...
but he is ALWAYS so patient with me.
He's the bee's knees. 

What are you giving this holiday?
The Dick's Sporting Good's magazine will be my guide this year.
I'm going after the things with the biggest stars beside them. 

please enjoy this random video:

I hope your day is fabulous!


sandy snow

This picture is pretty blurry,
but I am right underneath that blizzard.
Hello first snow of the season.
Sandy snow- if you will.
we don't have nearly as much snow as some parts of my state,
and it' really only affecting 3 things in my life right now:
1. my college is closed today!
2. my hubs will be MIA all day (hunting).
3. my dog won't poop.
I don't know what his deal is.
He refuses to do his do in the snow. 
He just stands there and stares at me.
So I say  
Bay, go!...it's freezing!
he continues to stare
and I just know he's thinking
Oh, what's that mom? What did you say? It's freezing, huh? Exactly. How about YOU go?
then he trots his little booty back into the house.

Time to drink some hot chocolate and catch up on some blogs.
 To all my blog friends who are being affected by the hurricane-
I'm thinking about you and praying for you!


building blocks

One of the building blocks of marriage.
the brutal,
un-sugar coated,
(no sprinkles)
((no cherry))
I like being honest with Tyler.
observe the following examples..

if I see a hair sticking out of his nose, I say:
"ummm...you have Tarzan's swinging vine hanging out of your nose."

if he's sock-less and I notice he needs to clip his toe nails, I say:

if his breath smells like butt, I say:
"Your breath smells like butt."

I could go on and on.
raw, hardcore honesty.
I'm good at it.
But Tyler isn't as good.
I know that sometime in the 14 months we've been married 
I have had butt breath,
a 4 inch long mustache,
one eyebrow,
and many other things that he could have called me out on.
But he never did.
I guess he is afraid he will hurt my feelings.
Let me correct that.
He WAS afraid he would hurt my feelings.
He was finally 100% brutally honest with me.
Not just one time,
but 2 times in about a 3 minute time span.
At church this past Sunday,
we had "event choir" sign ups
(for Christmas).
 One of my friends came up to me and said
"Oh Autumn, you should do it with me!"
my automatic response was
After her and I were finished talking,
she walked away,
and Tyler said....
"You would be a good choir singer.  No one can hear you in the choir."
I wish someone had taken a picture of my facial expression.
I am very aware of my singing abilities.
I know I sound like a dying cow.
But before that comment,
my husband had always sugar coated it by saying,
"Oh stop. You can carry a tune."

I was still in shock by his comment as we were leaving,
and then he said..
"Your face is really shiny."

I've always begged Tyler to be brutally honest with me.
But now that he has been,
I think I am regretting my decision...
because now I know that my husband is also aware of my singing abilities 
and that if the government soaked up the oil on my face,
they could lower gas prices tremendously.

One of the building blocks of divorce marriage,


holy moly.

Yes, those are a pair of my hubs boxer briefs..
and yes, that is a very large hole in the butt..
I  immediately noticed the gaping hole when I pulled them out of the dryer...
I laughed so hard I almost peed myself.
I just didn't understand how in the world that could happen.
That pair was fairly new,
so they weren't just "worn out"
and I know fabric can spontaneously rip...
 but when clothes rip,
it's usually along a seam...
that hole was not along a seam.
(plus, I've never even heard of underwear ripping...I mean, they're stretchy.)
If they had been old, 
or if it had been along a seam,
I wouldn't have been (or be) so confused;
and I definitely wouldn't have laughed like I did.
So in my laughing, confused state,
I held the boxerbriefs,
stuck my hand through the hole,
and pondered on how it got there.
I came up with the following possibilities:

1. Underwear just aren't made like they used to be.
2. It's the new fad...jeans have holes, so why not underwear? 
3. The sonic boom I woke up to a few mornings ago was, in fact, not a sonic boom.
4. He is slowly going commando.
5.  They were laying in the bathroom floor when BayLee came along and discovered a tasty morsel in that particular vicinity.
6. Too much Taco Bell hot sauce.
7. Convenience? 
8. Ventilation?
9. He wears these "holy" underwear on Sundays?

I would bet most of my money on #5...
but all of them are very possible.
Moral of the story is:
 I had no idea it was possible to have a hole that large in the butt of your undies.
My husband teaches me something new every day.


i have a problem..

Have I ever mentioned how much I 
I love having a clean house.
but I hate cleaning.
(is that an oxymoron?)
I have developed, what I believe, is a subconscious problem.
(even though I wouldn't know about it if it was subconscious....just go with it.)
Cleaning Induced ADD.
I decide to hang up the mountain of clothes I tried on and threw down during the week.
I hang up 2 shirts and find myself laying in the floor.
doing absolutely nothing.
just laying there.
hanging out.
I decide to fold clothes.
I fold 3 wash cloths and then realize I've been on Facebook for an hour.
I decide to wash dishes.
After I scrub a couple of plates,
 I decide to find my hubs and give him a hug.
Not a normal 5 second hug,
but an extra long 10 minute hug.
hubs: What, what are you doing?
me: shhhh don't talk. I just love you babe. I just love you so much.
I like to have upbeat music playing when I'm cleaning,
but after listening to it for a few minutes,
I start dancing around and trying to do every dance move I've ever seen on VH1. 
I put a load of clothes in the washing machine
decide it's time to give myself a mani/pedi
and 24 hours later I realize I forgot to put them in the dryer.
Sometimes I rewash them;
but most of the time I just put them in the dryer with a bunch of dryer sheets..
you know,
in attempt to cover up the sour smell that I deny I smell.
I will admit though,
I have done better with the clothes washing.
Because a couple of weeks ago,
Tyler came home from work
 and had this conversation with me:
hubs: Babe...I was really busy today.  I had a lot of people going in and out of my office.
long pause
me: ok?
hubs: All day, I thought that everyone who came in smelled bad. Like sour feet. 
me: ...
hubs: but when I was in my truck...by myself....I smelled it.
me: ...
hubs: you know why? Because my shirt is sour. I was smelling myself all day.
I leaned over and smelled him.
me: ...I wonder how that happened...
hubs: ...............

My name is Autumn,
and I have a problem.


birthday adventure

I had an absolute blast on my birthday trip/birthday.
Here are pictures of some presents, roller coaster ridin' and Howl-O-Scream!
And don't miss the video at the bottom:)

 Remember when I said I would film my hubs during Howl-O-Scream
and share the footage?
Well here it is!

Right before we went into this vampire lair,
he confessed that he had NEVER been to anything haunted.
He was terrified.
I was terrified too...
but thankfully,
because of him,
(and his phrases like "God Bless America!" and "Daggumit!")
I laughed more than I screamed.
It was definitely my favorite part of the whole trip.

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