Halloween 2006

Last night I had one of those "how the hell did I get here" moments. Ya know when you wish you could freeze time and reevaluate the forks in the roads that led you here.

 

I'm remembering a particular Halloween. If you wore a costume, you got in free. My two best friends and I decided we would go as two ladies of the evenings and our pimp. What sad about this was except for a hat mr. pimp had to find, we were dressed way before we decided to do this. More mind-boggling, we weren't questioned about what we were at the door.

 

Flash back to Halloween 2006 and I realized I had become a carni, and a sucky carni at that. Nicholas is in cubs scouts and they had a  carnival. Our den had a booth. Carnival was two hours, the boys shared shifts, worked one hour, play the other. It's all good.

 

For some reason our booth wasn't planned out very well. We ended up with a bowl of candy, 6 bean bags, and one of those cheap ass plastic pumpkin. The boys are chanting "no work, must play." My adorable husband is chanting "bean bag throw- get your bean bag throw" at passer byers. A little too well I might add. That was when I wanted to freeze time and scream "I'm too good for this, I was once a whore ya know." But I thought that might be inappropriate.

 

Don't get me wrong. We ended up having a blast. When not annoying the boys are very sweet and the parents all get along. But I just longed for a cooler booth. Running the bounce house would be fun. Selling sausage would have greater  perks. And man I got booth envy when I saw the smash-the-tar-out-of-the-old-car booth. Bobby enjoyed that one a lot. A lot. Can't believe he spent 45 tickets on just that one booth. I'm kidding. Actually I refuse to do it because I, on the other hand, would need more than 3 swings. But no, we had the lame booth: a bowl of candy, 6 bean bags, and one of those cheap ass plastic pumpkin. I know, I know, every carnival needs a bean bag toss. Whatever. And being picked last for school sports doesn't permanently scar you either. sure.

 

Nicholas proclaimed it the best Halloween ever! and except for my second of self-actualization, I must agree. we did have a blast at carnival and Nicholas had the best costume to date, although I think I may accidentally run over his voice changer… oops.   (its like chatty nicholas mode, really loud.)