At our house, even Mr. Potato Head dressed up

No, not really. That's just the Darth Tater that Anna Marie got for Christmas last year.

Well, despite the general sogginess of the night, I'd have to say that Halloween at the Turner's was a success. Some folks from church came over and we had chili and hot dogs, and we gave out little bags of candy with our church information on them.

Now, what we'll do if the candy-hoarding minions come on Sunday and completely overwhelm us, I have no idea, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Before the festivities started I took Little AM to a few houses in our neighborhood - and I do mean a few, because most people either weren't home or were hiding from the trick-or-treaters.

And, she wasn't the only leopard at the party. Observe:



That's my Aunt Debi. I wish she'd have made Anna Marie a pair of those ears while she was at it, but hey, she spent all day yesterday stuffing candy into snack-sized Ziplocs, so I'm not complaining.

And here is my mom (on the left) with our wonderful friend Barbara.



And, to show everyone what a gourmet my husband really is, witness him making turtle cheesecake - and totally blowing my brownie muffins out of the water.



Well, I happen to be pretty proud of myself. I didn't eat one.single.piece of the little leopard's candy. I didn't indulge in the turtle cheesecake like everyone else. I didn't even eat a hot dog with my chili, even though I really wanted one, because I didn't have the points left over and I didn't want to dig into my flex points for a stupid hot dog.

Plus, I got a LOT of exercise yesterday, between the 30-minute marathon cleaning session before work, the dash to the grocery store for last-minute drinks (and oyster crackers for Jason) and the six-block trick-or-treating trip.

In short, I survived! Now, tell me, how did you do?