I didn’t win the prize for best trunk…because there wasn’t one! The promotional materials clearly stated there would be, but I’m told the 4 movie tickets we won last year were too much for the budget this year, so they nixed the competition. Don’t worry. We already filed suit on the theory of promissory estoppel. They made a promise, we relied to our detriment. Damages owed.
On the upside, it was the least stressful and most fun Halloween party we’ve ever attended.
Fluffernutter really got into the idea of being The Golden Goddess, and asked me all kinds of questions about GG’s mythology which I gladly extemporized. Best question: “Does The Golden Goddess ever toot? Because I think I just did.”
Then this weekend, Kent and I had a long talk about how I should stop wasting my extraordinary intelligence and talents (Kent’s words) on silly stuff like blogging and trunk-or-treats and blogging about trunk-or-treats so that I may become the Steve Jobs I was born to be (also his phrase). And I was like, “Ima put that on my blog.” Facepalm de Kent.
I feel like I didn’t put in that much time or effort on the trunk, but I really enjoyed the outcome–even though Salty’s escapades during the preparation made me curse the day I was born. I still think I want to do one next year. Just need to abide by my buddy, Tracy Hall’s maxim:
Anything worth doing is worth doing just well enough that the marginal opportunity cost per marginal increase in effort and quality is zero.
In years to come, my children will look back at images like this one of Snow White’s corpse beside the peanut butter and jelly on the counter and say, “So that’s why we turned out so weird.”
And I shall say, “Nah, it’s your genes.”