Well that was unexpected. Earlier Sunday evening I had been getting ready to go out with a friend. She was on her way to pick me up, so I unlocked the door and turned on the porch light before going into the bathroom to get ready.
About 10 minutes later, I heard a knock on the door.
“Come on in!” I said.
No response, but the knocking continued.
No problem, I thought. I’ll just call her on my cell phone.
After she answered the phone I said, “Hey, just go ahead and come on in.”
“Oh, I’m not there yet. I’m Still on the interstate.”
Um, what?? :-O
Yeah. It was in this moment that I realized I had Trick-or-Treaters at my door and here I was, on the toilet, in no condition to open the door.
And it was the day before the actual Halloween.
And call me paranoid, but I’m pretty sure I heard someone OPEN the storm door!!
What the HECK??
**And now begin the portion of the blog titled, “Old Lady Lulabelle/Get Off My Lawn!”**
Back in my day I never remembered Halloween Trick-or-Treating happening more than 1 NIGHT a year. (And we’d NEVER open a door without permission. 😛 )
What is up with this multiple nights of going door to door in costume asking for candy from strangers?? I just don’t get it.
I guess maybe since we only had one neighbor growing up–therefore only Trick-or-Treated at one house (and also rang our own doorbell on the way back 😉 ), the thought of going door to door for miles (and days on end) is a bit strange to me.
Or perhaps I’m jealous and lashing out at a childhood bereft of more than one night of candy grabbing merriment a year.
Here is my Halloween costume I DIY’d for passing out candy to little children. I’m no ordinary bunny, I’m a grunge-bunny from the 90’s thanks to a Facebook meme I saw with a Presidents of the United States reference. This led to watching a couple music videos from Nirvana, Beck and Alanis Morisette.
(I also hurriedly crafted a nose and freckles on my face with gold Sharpie that I am praying comes off with regular soap 😛 )