Halloween kind of snuck up on me this year, which it always seems to do even though it's the SAME FREAKING DAY EVERY YEAR. I have no idea how this happens, but I always find myself scrambling the weekend before the holiday, hastily throwing mangled years-old decorations up on the doors and windows and buying ridiculous amounts of candy and paying way too much money for last-minute pumpkins at the church up the road. Ah, well. What are the holidays without a
Almost-fourTEEN-year-old daughter H came home from school yesterday, shoved her costume and makeup into a bag, then dashed right back out the door; she and several friends were meeting at another friend's house to suit up there and go trick-or-treating in "the rich neighborhood" (her words, not mine). By the time she got home she'd removed the fangs and scrubbed off the fake blood so I didn't even get any photos of her in full vampire regalia. Argh!
Fifteen-year-old son C decided to stay home last night sans-costume and hand out candy. Apparently you're too old to trick-or-treat if you're able to grow a full beard in less than a week. I know, right?
I'd insert a "where did my babies go?!" whine here, but H out with friends and C handing out candy and P on dog-wrangling duty meant that I was able to spend last night sitting on my butt in the recliner, watching this week's episode of Dexter and drinking a very dirty vodka martini.
Sometimes, change ain't all bad.
|Photo taken THIS MORNING. For the love of God, get over here and eat this candy.|
Hope your Halloween was happy! And now it's November. Holy crap.