Happy Hallowhat?

Any day that Dave and I both have off is a holiday, but one that falls on a holiday is great! Bella of course would disagree, as today she is quite disagreeable. The entire day has consisted of Bella sleeping, whining, or crying. We woke up sometime after 11, dressed Bella in orange (whine whine), headed to Starbucks, sat around (cry, cry, sleep, cry), came home and took Halloween photos (whine whine), and Dave started making a huge dinner from scratch (zzzz).

Just as hot rolls were coming out of the oven (scream cry whine), and we were loading them up with hamburger fixings, Dave dropped a fork. Company's coming! I chimed automatically. (I may be one of the few who still believes in the divining ability of table forks.)

So imagine my oblivious surprise to hear a knock on the door. I was totally bewildered, opened the door with my half eaten hot dog in hand and looked down to see the cutest little kids. Trick er mumblumble....

Yeah, I would have lost heart at the sight of me, too. As their mom was trying to get them to say trick or treat with appropriate gusto, the light bulb finally flickered in my head and I started laughing and apologizing to the family. I'm so sorry, I don't have anything! I completely forgot! Too bad five year olds don't really understand grownups giggling in embarrassment. Way to ruin their night, Shawna. I tried to redeem myself by hollering after them that I loved their costumes. (Who knows. I didn't even have my glasses on...) I'm sure this was the scariest door they knocked on all night and in the best interest of the neighborhood children, I will diligently ignore any further knocking tonight. Damn that fork and its accurate predictions.