I took my week off of blogging to recharge my blog batteries, and I think it worked. We had a crazy Halloween which involved:
- Inconveniencing my favorite people by filling out and scanning my golf cart rental agreement, but then not sending the email to the golf cart company so that friends had to scramble on my behalf to make sure we had a cart rented.
- Me calling 911 because Salty, one of my 4 year-olds, disappeared from our friends’ house where everyone was eating dinner. We looked for about 30 minutes. We found him several streets over getting a head start on trick-or-treating in the pitch black in a neighborhood not his own. 911 operator conversation: “Ma’am yelling at me is not helping you find your son.” “Well, interrupting me when I’m trying to answer your questions isn’t helping you either!”
- A supposedly kid-friendly spook alley at the church Trunk-or-Treat that will haunt my children’s dreams for years.
- Acres upon acres of candy.
One of my friends suggested letting the kids gorge themselves for 2 days, then making candy soup in a bowls for their last candy dinner before throwing the rest away. I told Fluffernutter this was my plan, and she exploded into hot tears of rage. “That’s my candy! You can’t take it. I worked hard for it!”
And my favorite candy related quote of the weekend.
Salty: Are you going to give me the one that I love?
Me: Yes. Here you go.
Salty: Oh! I love that one!