Went last night to a neighboring town's pumpkin-fest. Along with the typical array of autumnal family fun, they had a good old fashioned haunted hayride through the woods... complete with zombies that come lumbering out from the trees to attack you... and you fend them off with the paintball guns mounted on the gunwales.

It's not often that find myself muttering "now that's a great friggin idea." This was one of those times.

It was chilly, and the line was long, but we shot many zombies and had many laughs. On our way out we stopped at the Italian bakery to get some cannoli for Cookie. Behind the counter I could see a giant metal bowl of cannoli cream through the glass door of the refrigerator. I wanted to put my face in it.

"Do you ever sell the cream alone? I can't eat the shell."

Yep. That was one of the more decadent things I've ever done, sitting on the sofa last night eating cannoli cream by the spoonful. And I'd do it again.