Halloween

So. This has to be my least favorite holiday of the year. I never seem to be able to get everything together. (Perhaps this stems from my inherant dislike? Hmm...) There is always some sort of trauma involved, usually my emotions.

We ended up with two gigantic pumpkins. I required Scott's manly muscles to lift the 48 and 23 pound beauties the children picked out. (One day they grow out of the "bigger is better" stage, right?!) (I really missed the little pumpkins we planted in Abq. and grew, never to harvest them, we had white and orange.) We carved them for FHE. Charles displayed absolutely no interest...in fact, he retreated to the living room to read "Calvin and Hobbs" (perhaps where he gets ideas?), after insisting he have a dragon carved on his pumpkin. Alice wanted a ghost (where did all the triangle faces of yesteryear go?). She didn't want to "gut" the mammoth gourd. Daintly she picked out pieces of pumpkin innards, until mom rescued her. (I will admit, I love carving pumpkins and feeling the squishy pulp in my fingers, I also enjoy the challenge of taming the rough orange ridges into artful displays of goulish delight...but not scary stuff.) Anyway.

The kids chose their costumes this year. (yet another post) and we were supposed to be ready to go to the Trunk-or-Treat at 6:30. We arrived at 6:45. I imagine it started around six, and we were rather fashionably late, with no space for our "trunk". We hearded the kids around, and had their picture taken inside, and played a few games. Then we went to one of Scott's co-workers homes, and up and down the street. Rather late when we got home, at 8:00, but bedtime was quick.

Oh, and did I mention that I had stockpiled candy to give out at the huge trunk or treat? yeah, I'm still sitting on the stockpile. We didn't give out anything, and we got more!! I don't need Christmas to come to expand my waistline and bottom line.... my downfall is that I got chocolate, all my favorite flavors. I've been eating snickers for breakfast this entire week. I save the butterfingers for lunch, and snack on the nerds and swedish fish.