Cornbellys.

So this weekend Me, Taylor, Kenz and Birk thought we would be festive and go to cornbellys. Mostly we wanted to do the maze, which we pretty much sucked out, so we came out the same way we came in. Plus the corn was cut to our waists so it was kinda lame. As hard as we tried to find our way out of Romney's face, we couldn't. 

After we decided that we would go through Cornbellys haunted houses. Fun stuff, right? FALSE. Previous to this event, I never really had gone through a haunted house. Last year I went through Taylor's neighbors haunted barn, it was scary, but baby stuff compared to this. And Cornbellys is baby stuff compared to Nightmare on 13th and etc. 

So previous to this I had to prior experience. Lets just say I handle it so badly. I have a tendency to attach to an arm. In this case it was usually Taylors, her arm went numb I was squeezing it so hard. I scream at EVERYTHING. Let's just say I would be a fabulous date to one of these things, which is good because the only way I'm going back is only if I am attached to the arm of a big burly man. 

Only under those conditions.





This is us at the Halloween store.