Moles and trolls.

This is my ode to a certain someone who LOVES giraffes. 

Maks had two Halloween costumes. Apparently everyone in the free world thought it was a good idea to be Mario and Luigi this year. At least our mustaches are authentic. 

Next, since it was $9 at Babies R Us we were also a dragon.

Yoda, Drag-on and Leia. He's totally my kid...see that picture glare? (also seen below among a sea of Coors Lights.)

The giraffe costume came from Old Navy- it was $9.99 last Thursday and is a 6-12 monther- so guess who's going to wear a GIRAFFFFFE coat all winter?

NEWSFLASH: I'm officially an old lady. 

I was coming out of my house Monday night and saw a small baggie...upon further review...it was a bag of the pot. I called Todd to see what I should do- after a few "ahhh, uhmms, I don't knows...." I saw they stereotypical fat bully kid from every bad movie I've ever seen walking down the street. 

He looked like this 

except meaner, older, fatter and dressed from hoodies from Hot Topic.

So I'm on the phone with Todd in my car with it running about to drive to work to teach yoga. He picks the bag 'o gange up. I tell Todd to hold. 

ME: Um, is that yours?

Kid: (scared to death) IS WHAT MINE?!?!?!?

Me: That bag you picked up

Kid: WHAT?!?! NO!?!?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS?!?!

Me: Oh, really? Well, you better leave it there, I just called the cops. 

Kid: I was going to turn it into my dad!?!?!?

Me: Why would you do that? I thought you didn't know what it was.

Kid: I don't! Here!!! I'm going to leave it here!!! See! There! 

Me: dying on the inside

Him: scurrying up the street with his tail between his legs.

He probably wasn't more than 14 or so. So I go to yoga and an hour and a half later come home only to find: a little bag of weeds where it was left. 

And I threw it in the trash.

I don't know if I scared him straight or whatever but I know the marijuana is still sitting in my garbage can. 

Poor dumb idiot. 

There's nothing I hate more than a sloppy pot smoker. Get your drugs in order, kid. And zippers on your pockets.