Remember a while back when I was bemoaning my problem with snacking at night, and some of you recommended finding something to keep busy with? Like something with my hands so I’m not just mindlessly project-managing an entire sleeve or two of Saltines into my face as soon as the boys go to bed?

Well thanks a lot, dickbags.

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You owe me a rapidly dwindling sense of badassery. Also, about $57.

But I probably owe you this dropped jeans size, so thanks I guess.

I would have guessed that horse-(HORSE!) loving Dylan would be the one interested in being a cowboy for Halloween this year, but it turns out he’s going to be a fractious 2-year-old that will rip your head clean off if you try and stuff him in a costume. Riley, on the other hand, is totally ready for the range.

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Man, I can’t wait for Halloween. Three reasons:

1) You best believe this whole business of not eating a bunch of sugary bullshit at night is going right the fuck on HOLD for the 31st. There will be an unholy party happening in my food-hole, and all the Mars products are coming.

2) The kids going berserk every time someone knocks on the door. Which is like twice, since no one comes to our house, but hey, more candy for me.

3) Walking Dead premiere on AMC. Oh HELL yes.

What kind of costume plans—kid or otherwise—are in place at your house?

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