Hey, good news! We extended the spook-a-rama voting through Sunday so you can go trick or treating and then recover from your Halloween hangover. (I got totally smashed on Lemon Heads and Chocolate eyeballs.)
So I totally forgot it was Halloween today which meant my poor twins were on their own to decide what to be for the school parade. I laughed myself silly when they came downstairs dressed as . . . their dad. Do you want to see pictures of my twins as my husband?
Okay, here goes:
Here they are playing my husband in my husband's trademark t-shirts and my husband's trademark white spot in his hair. Everyone at school said, "Who are you guys? Your dad?"
But this is the funny part: This twin came downstairs first in my husband's sweats. But get this . . . he had my husband's (g.a.r.m.e.n.t.s) on too. hee hee ho ho ha! And get this . . . my husband didn't even laugh! hee hee ho ho ha!
I let my daughter ditch school today--although according to her she didn't ditch school, she's just didn't go to school. That's the beauty of rhetoric. You can get away with anything as long as you word it correctly.
We hung out together watching ghostly, halloweeny, pagany, superstitious stories on the History Channel.
And you know what's weird? People.
People are weird.
I used to say that all the time when I lived in Provo. People in Provo are weird, but with a righteous spirit. Then I started saying it when I lived in New York. People in New York are weird, but with a get-out-of-my-way-or-I'll-flip-you-off spirit. In Hawaii people are weird too, but with an aloha spirit.
But in the olden, ancient, superstitious days people really were weird . . . with a weird pagany spirit. Did you know that in the olden, ancient, superstitious days girls used hang a wet blouse on a line above them before they went to bed. If a girl's sleeve was turned up in the morning that was a sign that her future love loved her.
If I were an ancient, pagany, superstitious girl, I would turn that sleeve up myself so that everyone would think my future love loved me. I just wouldn't trust my future love to remember to do it himself.
My daughter and I learned a lot today watching spooky t.v.
Did you know that vampires really do exist! I totally thought Stephanie Myers made that up. Did you know they light their kids on fire to bond with them. Holy Batman! Tyra Banks asked them why they don't drink cow blood or pig blood instead of human blood. The vampires said, "Eww!"
"Eww?" Is it just me or does anyone else find that ironic?
The funny thing is my daughter said, "Those vampires are self-righteous!" (What a funny daughter!) Nothing worse than an ironic self-righteous vampire.
When my daughter and I got sick of spooky t.v. we jumped in the car and went to town to get Halloween candy and costumes. The trip started out with palm trees swaying to Monster Mash on the radio, but then my daughter started telling me all the things in life that are lam-o and boring and dumb. Then, because she's on the debate team now, she started yaking my ear off about abortion and global warming, the price of gas in China and the price of tea in Japan. I finally handed her an ipod and said, "isn't this what teenagers do in cars?"
btw, did you know that Mormons are responsible for global warming because they reproduce so rapidly?
In town we bought some Australian licorce (Yum-O!) and some Crunchy Mozzarella Cheetos (Yumo-O!) and some Glen Oaks Raspberry drinkable yogurt with pro-biotics (Yum-E!).
Then we bought half-priced candy and face paint and sumo wrestler wigs and a glow-in-the-dark Scream mask.
When we returned home my twins were extremely UN-happy with our choices in half-priced wrestler wigs and Scream masks, until they realized half-priced Scream masks glow in the dark and look ex-screamly gruesome with fake blood oozing from the eyeballs.
Would you like to see a photo of my daughter and her best friend after they raided the costume box?
Okay, here ya go:
Okay, she's the cute weird one.
The cute weird one with the extremely long eye lashes. It's genetic.
Speaking of weird. You know how I got a new dishwasher a week ago. I haven't hardly used it yet. I can't quite get myself to fill it up with my dirty dishes. It just seems so clean and unfamiliar. And when I do try to fill it up, I always wash the dishes by hand first.
I miss my old junk dishwasher.
Change is so hard.
I hope I never have to get remarried.
Hey, do you want to see a photo of my three boys after working at the Haunted Lagoon? In Hawaii we have haunted lagoons not haunted mansions. My boys were the creepy dead zombies skipping rope without giggling when their friends heckled, harassed and yelled "hey, dummies!" at them.
Here they are:
That's my boys.
And one final thought. Since everyone is asking to be adopted by the old boat guy and asking if they can be part of me-n-Sewl's crazy family, it dawned on me that maybe Mormon Mommies aren't really crazy OR bored after all. Maybe we're all just lonely. Mormon Mommies are people too. Maybe that's why we think about fortune cookies so much, and Xanax and hamster wheels.
Hey, there's plenty of room in the Dummy family if anyone wants in!
P.S. Isn't Laura cute how she tries to tell us all about Glitter Gone Bad like it's this great discovery of horrendous crafts. Hee hee. Girlfriend, where have you been? GGB's been on everybodies side bar for months. (Sometimes we're a little s l o w over her in Hawaii).