Snort, Snort, Snickers, Snickers
Thursday, November 1, 2012 at 10:12PM Yesterday I ran into Walmart in order to procure the final piece of my costume: a shirt that was somewhat similar to the one I wore in my school picture 27 years ago.
(Um, I think that's a trick. There is no way that 27 years have passed since I was a sixth-grader. And that I, in fact, have a sixth-grader of my own.)
While we were racing through the store, Christian reminded me that we needed to get a bit of candy for any trick-or-treaters that might come to our house once we arrived back home from the festivities at our church. I thanked him for the reminder, and we grabbed two (GIANT) bags of bite-size Snickers on our way to the check-out.
We headed home. We had a short period of time before we needed to run back out the door. Everyone got into their costumes, and shortly before we left Christian lopped off the top of both candy bags so they would be ready to delve into in order to distribute to tiny trick-or-treaters later.
He also had to use the bathroom, which doesn't really have anything to do with the story I'm telling, but it did make us more than a few minutes late to the Fall Fun Fest, where Michaela and I were supposed to be manning (womanning?) a game booth (which was more just extra-large blow-up bowling pins stuck in the space between Spin-the-Wheel and Photo Booth, so said pins went flying every which way because there was nothing to rein them in once they had been hit, except for my head and the poor lady's back at the game next door). Christian had a one-piece outfit on. (Christian-bathroom...Sorry I keep distracting you with extra stories.) I had told all of them to go to the bathroom before they put their costumes on. Sometimes you should listen to your mother.
After the Fall Fun Fest festivities finished up, we made a walking loop in that neighborhood with a group of people who do this every year together. We completed a large circle back to the church and trudged our weary feet back to the car. I had carried Eliana almost the entire way because she had chosen to wear shoes that don't really fit, but had seemed apparently fitting for a princess, but I didn't notice until it was much too late (for both of us). (My arm is very sore today. Like I did 30 one-armed push ups.) (That would never happen in real life. The muscle in my arm might actually explode if I tried to do that.)
It is probably a good thing that I did carry her and walk all that way, because here's what I'm now looking at (in addition to the pan of brownies that I made the other night, and the chocolate cream cheese frosting in the fridge)...
We got home so late that nary a knock on the door did we hear. Our light was even on. At least we were prepared! How often can I say that?!
Reader Comments (2)
Oh my goodness, that is a disaster waiting to happen! You need to send at least one of those to work with Mike!
This was our first year in our house, so we were super excited to have trick or treaters! But we live on a cul-de-sac that apparently doesn't get much traick or treater traffic. I was giving handfuls of candy trying to get rid of it! The last kid that came got more than she bargained for when I dumped the rest in her bag, but I had to get it out of my house because I WOULD EAT IT ALL!