It occurred to me just yesterday that I haven’t put up a single Halloween decoration in our house.  Not a one.  No cobwebs, no spiders, no glowing eyes, no nothing.  And I felt very sad and ashamed of how loser-ish this made me.  I LURVE HALLOWEEN, but this year, I just didn’t have the energy.

So Bryan bought a hanging, shaking, monstrous grim reaper to hang in our front yard.  It’s totally awesome.  Throw in our hellhounds that greet you when you ring the doorbell, and it’s one scary residence.

I also did not dress up at work this year, which is the first year in many, many years.  I typically wear Daddy’s old hippie garb, but of course, I’m carrying a small gourd in my belly that makes everything NOT FIT.  Had I been ultimately creative, I would’ve gone to work as Rosemary or even Britney Spears (complete with other baby velcroed to my hip), but I was not that creative.

We didn’t even carve a pumpkin this year, so I just am sucking at this holiday stuff.  I can’t imagine what a catastrophe Christmas will be at this rate.

BUT, having said all of that, The Boy is set to be a vampire for the evening, and Sarah will be sitting her pregnant, huge ass at home.  I don’t know what Bryan is dressing up as.

But I do LURVE this picture he made.

Here’s the deal in life:

You have to be nice to people.

Here’s the deal in business:

You have to be nice and consistent with people.

Here’s the deal in community:

You have to be nice, consistent, and fair with people.

I get severely annoyed when these aren’t followed.  And as always, what goes around will come around.  Huntsville is the smallest big town I know.