First off and most importantly, thanks for hanging out with me during my month of updates! I’m terrible at responding to comments, and you guys are so kind and patient with me. I do appreciate it. (Thanks so much to the folks who left comments for the first time ever. I love that so much. AND, thanks to those of you who commented every single day! Amazing!)
As you know, it’s Halloween. My greatest Halloween occurred in 1992. Some drummer friends of mine shared a house and some ashtrays, and I went to their Halloween party dressed as their floor. Two decades have passed, and I haven’t been able to come up with anything that beats the floor.
Earlier this evening, as Husband Jeff and Neighbor Jeff walked the kids around the subdivision, I did this:
(I’m going to see a guy about an ankle in the morning, and the only time he can meet up with me is 7:45. The thought of sticking my foot in someone’s face always gives me the cringing willies, so a pedicure seemed to be the right thing to do. (I know you sometimes think I’m crazy.))
The girls had their Halloween parties today. Chili cheese dogs were consumed, children were wrapped up in toilet paper, apples were dipped in caramel, and googly eyeballs were attached to pipe cleaner spiders with hot glue. It doesn’t get much better than that, does it?
So, yes. Halloween + the final installment of Daily October at Fluid Pudding. It feels right for me to leave you with the song that used to scare the crap out of me as a kid. At 42, it still scares the crap out of me, but for entirely different reasons.