The most wondrrrrrrful time of year

is here at last! And I, who have no sweet tooth, feel compelled nonetheless to celebrate this day with a sugar cookie for breakfast. Yes, it's in the shape of a pumpkin and it's the kind I used to get from the grocery store when I was a snot-nosed kid. Only now they sell them in ritzy coffee joints, this decade's version of the fern bar.

But I digress. It's lovely no? Let the scary crap begin!