…Halloween :puke: Okay, guess that tells you how I’m feeling this morning. Not that it wasn’t a great night. It was. But, one filled with way too much :choco: eating.

But last night was oddly different for my family. For the first time, my four monsters split up, each doing their own thing. My oldest (she’s 13) was an :angel: complete with glittery wings. Connected by cellphone (um, er, yeah, she’s got one of those. I, however, do not.) she went off with her friends to trick-or-treat. Daddy said we’d know if she wasn’t trick-or-treating by how many hours she spent out and how much candy she collected compared to what we got. Um, she didn’t get as much :choco: as my boys did and she was out twice as long. Know what that tells me…she was walking too damned slow and doing way too much giggling with her friends. That’s okay, I guess. She’s a good kid. And, we know she did the right thing. Um, okay, we spied on her a couple times throughout the night. Is that wrong? :scratch:

My second daughter went with her friends and her friends mom. They wanted to go in a certain neighborhood, but with #1 monster out with friends, I didn’t want to stray to far from our own. My #2 was the most silly costume of all time. Have you ever seen those big inflatable Santas? The ones made from nylon and fill with an air pump? Okay, so get this. #2 was a horse-back cowgirl. Around her waist was an inflatable horse, complete with mini cowgirl legs. My daughter’s legs were the horse’s back legs. It was crazy silly. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: And, it won her 1st place in several different costume contest this year. :yay:

There’s only one thing #3 could be. A football player. His costume consisted of his football uniform. Um, that was easy. Strangly, he didn’t care much about collecting :choco:. He had one goal. One purpose. Find his teammates. Um, I was so not into that since my foot issues, but luckily we didn’t have to go far before we ran into a giggling group of :cheer: :cheer: :cheer: :cheer: the girls from the squad that cheers for my son’s team. The boys weren’t far ahead. Then, with his crew around him #3 was in football heaven. :angel: Filled with all that eight year old boy energy, they were pumped and ready to go! And my poor foot was dying. But my hubby saved me. He walked home (my hero since he has his own foot issues, like less than a year ago a major surgery fusing his ankle) and picked up his truck. Then he drove it around slowly so I could watch our boys and sit on the tailgate. Sigh….so much better for my throbbing tootsie-footsie.

That leaves #4. He’s five. In kindergarten. And oh-so-funny. He wanted to be something scary. And, he wanted to be Hulk Hogan from WWE. The boy could not decide, so we had two complete outfits. He decided to wear the Hulk one to school for his Halloween party :yay: and the scary death-blood-kill-scary one to trick-or-treat. About twenty minutes into the walk, he decided he liked the reaction he got scaring the pants off littler kids. So, he’s 5.5 years old, but the boy is big. My man is 6′8″ so you know my boys are gunna be big. so, in his scary-mean-blood-kill-death costume, he’d sneak up behind innocent :baby: while they were at the door getting their :choco: on, and he’d scary the pants off ‘em. He thought this was :rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl: So did his dad. I felt sorry for all the other moms who spent the next little while making their kids feel better. Okay, no I don’t. That’s what Halloween is about.

So, at about 9:00pm I gathered up my girls and picked up Taco Bell since I’d fed them dinner but never ate. Came home and mixed that with WAY too much :choco::choco::choco::choco::choco::choco: and so this morning :puke: My tummy hurts.

Oh, I by the way, ended up wearing my son’s discarded Hulk Hogan atire. So, if I can’t DO The Rock, I figured I’d dress so at least I can be his tag partner. Oh, Rock, baby, I’ll be back to bed in just a sec.

So, did the rest of you who celebrate Halloween have a cool time, too? Create good memories? Looking forward to more holidays? Jeesh, they’re comin’ at us so quickly.