I don't know how long I'll leave this post up because I hate looking at my own little head but here's an amazingly morbid shot of me attempting to hide behind Halloween decorations that we are finally putting away, when Lochlan said there are no pictures of the pixie cut I alternately love and despise and took a shot.
(I have similar photos with actual people who were living when we took them but I guess now they're not so it's possibly kind of fitting.)
Actual post later when we're done, unless I just take this guy and go curl up in a corner somewhere. Loch will probably set it on fire before I can do that because he's the one who gave me the title for the post when it flew out of his mouth before he realized that...yeah...and now he feels like shit.
But I'm smiling in this picture, and that hardly ever happens anymore.
*POOF* {picture removed}
