Another Halloween has come and gone.
Another chance to bust out The Bee is now just a sweet, high-fructose-sugar-powered memory.
But this year, I had some serious competition and dare I say, I have to concede victory to my better half on his Halloween look.
I am married to a serial killer.
And I seem really happy about this fact.
Oh, oh, oh! Inject ME with the unidentifiable sleeping agent!
And while you're at it, get your kid, too!
I know what you're thinking. A bunch of sick twists, those Zielskes.
Well so be it.
(Get it? So 'beeee' it?)