darla.

Total heart melter.

Do you have a dream dog?

Darla the white {miniature} english bulldog is ours. Yes, we have already named her.

She's the same breed as "meaty's" tiny counterpart on MTV's Fantasy Factory.

We love her bow legs and mushy face. Isn't it so mushy smooshy and delicious?!

We don't so much like that you have to clean her rolls... We are trying to reconcile that information.

Phil is very selective when it comes to dogs. Quite frankly he strongly dislikes many dogs. There are a few exceptions, not including my own Lollie O'C.

 

We pre-adore our future family member, but she is sure to come in a billion years post a few kids and post house with backyard... OH a house avec backyard. Le swoon! 

{If we can't deal with the rolls perhaps we'll go frenchie!}

I feel his name is Peri. 

halloweekend.

night with the "ghouls."

I LOVE FALL.

I wish I could soak my body in pumpkin puree and then roll in a mountain of leaves all while holding my very own trick-or-treat bag. 

In the hopes of making the festivities of the season really last all month, we had an early halloweekend.

The mustached ghost. My favorite.

Event 1 was crafting with the Johnson-Spears ladies.  We made stout and starchy ghosts and decorated scrumptious pumpkin muffins. I'm still refining my decorative tip skills (aka I made some funny looking muffins).

"A" is for Aubrey has dibs on that yummy.

Saturday following Kindermusik (and a LONGGGGG nap) we reunited with Chad, Randi, and Dara, for a jaunt through Livermore's corntastic corn maze.

In the "carn feld." If you've lived in UT you understand.

It's been a long time since I have marched through one of those labyrinths of veggies and it was a really a fun time. The husbands tried (successfully, and not so successfully) to scare us and I graced the world with my frighteningly uncanny "Signs" alien impersonation (I really need to work on my posture). In other a-MAZE-ing (nerdy!) news, I was loving a painted poster at the maze entrance which read: "No Throwing Corn" and I kept talking about it and the funny clown on the sign... until I was whacked in the arm with a corn-pedo (that's a corn-torpedo). I can finally say "teenagers..." in a weary sighing voice. 

Husband mischief.

Sunday night we watched Hocus Pocus with sister Court and friends to bookend the halloweenie-ness of our days. I would like to nominate that movie for an Academy Award in the catagory of quintessential holiday films, thank you very much!

I am officially swept up in the season. 

I want to wear a woolly sweater (purrr-fectly prep')

read a book with good smelling pages (currently reading this one)

chug apple cider (this would also do)

...and maybe refine the glory that will be PG and my halloween costume... Just you wait! Mwahahahaha!! (Read as Thriller laugh.)

matchy match.

My sister T.

My husband P.

Separated at birth?

pumpkin muffins: the essence of fall.

picture of ecstasy via foodbeam.com

Warm burnt orange like the leaves off the trees

Sharp tang of cream cheese like that crisp dry breeze

Pumpkin muffins are the stuff of fall

Blended and baked down into a handful of bliss

{No wonder I'm craving them madly as the winds change}