Last night Rosie and I went to a local "Haunted Acres" and had a ghoulishly fun time. This place had a 20 minute hay ride through the woods where scary monsters jump out at you and climb up on the wagon. Rosie was like a creep magnet for these creatures because ever single one of them decided to stop, get in her face, and stare her down before they moved on through the rest of the wagon. Perhaps it was the ear-piercing scream she let out EVERY time she saw one? Just a guess.
They also had 3 haunted houses and a scary corn maze as well, all with the same premise... ugly/dead/grumbly/creepy/clowns that jump out at you when you least expect it. It never gets old. No, really.
But seriously, these places are a lot of fun. Especially if you're a 13 year old girl. I haven't had my daughter snuggle up that close to me since she was 5. And as you can see in this picture, these places are also very popular. This is the hour long line we had to wait in for our turn.
While we were standing in line, I decided it would be kind of fun to snap a picture of my beautiful daughter so I would have something to remember this night by, but apparently Rosie decided she actually was 5 and didn't want to have anything to do with it. It wasn't until I threatened to not repay her for the admission (I didn't know they took cash only so I had to borrow it from miss moneybags herself) that she quickly succumbed to the "relatively normal" last picture in this series.
Thanks Rosie... you're such a sport.
No, I will NOT open my eyes!
Rosie... I'm gonna kill you!
Ok, but only ONE eye!
Perhaps some dork-lips?
Or how about some squishy face?
Sure dad, I'll smile nice. Now... give me my money!
Unfortunately the place didn't allow photographs once you were outside of the building, so all I have of our lovely evening are these. But that's ok... I also have the ringing in my ears from the 2 hours of teen-screams to remember this by.