I don’t know if its because all mental power I may have had was sucked out by the utter stupidity I was forced to view while grocery shopping today (now remembering that there is a reason why I hate even routine necessary shopping from mid-October until about the second week in January–bah humbug) or because I really would rather be on my couch knitting (socks! glorious baby socks!! possible pictures to follow in another post!) or even because we’re still enjoying gut weasel infestation 2006 here at casayoumeandababy (in slightly lessening amounts…but yes, the gut weasels are still here) but I’m not coming up with any particular thing to write about today.

The rest of the evening isn’t looking too promising either. Owen is finally down for a nap after a day of trying to convince me that whiny crying doesn’t mean he’s tired and desperately needs a nap and after I push publish on this sucker, I’m off to finish making enchiladas for dinner. To be followed by putting more laundry through the wash and giving Owen a bath so he doesn’t smell funny at church tomorrow.

Yawn.

Best hit ‘next’ on the randomizer so you can at least read something interesting.

Is it November 1 already? Well, that kind of snuck right up. Anyhow, we’re off to a rousing start, this being the first day of NoBloPoMo and all. Only 29 more exciting and entertaining posts to go I’m so excited that I signed upin a moment of pure madness–really I am.

So yesterday was Halloween, which next to my birthday, is one of my favorite holidays of the year (What? You don’t consider your birthday, the very day you were born, to be worthy of being considered a holiday? Madness, I say, pure madness). I was especially excited this year as we had moved from the sketchier part of town (Ooh..look…you’re a…um…angry trick-or-treater? Just put down the gun and I’ll give you all the candy and no one gets hurt–its win-win!) to a nicer suburban part of town this past spring and I fully expected loads of pleasant apple-cheeked youth to make a stop at our house while out collecting their Halloween loot (Yes, I hallucinate often. Why do you ask?). I carved pumpkins and we had the Halloween Candy Bowl stocked right to the top (with good candy too–no crappy raisins or safety suckers here). Would you like to guess how many little goblins stopped by last night?

4. Yes, that’s right- four trick or treaters total. In fact, the four were all together, so we only got one group for the entire evening. I even went outside several times, just to make sure that the lights were on and our little house looked like we wanted company. The entire neighborhood, porch lights all ablaze, was completely devoid of any little trick-or-treaters. Some of our neighbors gave up and turned their lights off early. I stuck it out until 9:15pm, but eventually gave up that anyone would be stopping by.

I have eaten enough chocolate to make myself sick and my husband forcibly handed me the Halloween bowl on my way out the door to work this morning with strict instructions not to bring it home until the bowl was completely empty. Consequently, my office has been pretty popular all day long. I’m sure its just my winning smile and warm personality, but I don’t think the vast amount of chocolate in the big orange bowl hurts either.

In other exciting news, tomorrow I surprise my boss and tell her I’m resigning. Whee!