It's the Hallowed Ween!

Two boys, already high from the sugar intake from the treats they got at school, are excited to the point of driving partner and I up the wall and back down the other side. They travel throughout the house like two twisters, destroying everything in their path. Holy cow!
Costumes are ready. They want to wear them the second they get home and every second after that. We have something to eat that is quick, hot-dogs with fries. They eat some. It doesn't help with the twister mood. Oh well, have to endure the loudness and two taz's. I think I'll be glad when its over. Oh no, first kids at the door, and they want goodies. You know this holliday is getting expensive. OK, that's all for now. Partner tells me it's time to go.
Bye.