I took Baby Monkey on a trick or treat hay ride along with Monkeys' Uncle #2, sil#1, and two nieces. My brother hooked up the trailer, filled it with hay, covered the hay with blankets, and hauled us all over Combine looking for houses lit up for Halloween. There were kids, trailers, four wheelers, and dune buggies everywhere. It is a small town kind of thing and we always have a good time.
Manly Man and Middle Monkey stayed home to give out candy/watch the Dallas Stars game. We came home to find quite a setup. The jack-o-lanterns were out front lit up with strobe lights. There were neighbors in the yard and in the house. A Halloween party had sprung up while we were gone. We all hung out for a while enjoying the kids and candy. Some cars stopped and let their little ones trick or treat. There were no tricks on the babies, just yummy candy.
Everything calmed down after a while and the neighbors went home. I realized I had not fed the bunnies and went outside to give them some alfalfa. I picked up a plastic cup, filled it with bunny food, and headed out. The rabbit hutch is at the back of the garden. It is pretty dark back there.
I fed the bunnies, talked to them, and petted them. It was the normal bunny feeding routine, all cute and stuff. I had just closed the rabbit hutch and was headed back to the house when it happened. A hideous, bald headed troll leaned over the fence and hollered "What are you doing?" I screamed and almost fell down. I only peed a little. The troll started laughing so hard it was holding it's sides. It was my @#$% husband in a horrible Halloween mask. I threw the cup at him.
Were any bad tricks played on you tonight?
Letting the garden grow
12 hours ago
What a lovely rundown of your Halloween Aunt Debbi! It sounds like such fun, I wish we had something like that down here.
ReplyDeleteI think I like you husband. LOL
Next time, throw him in the rabbit hutch! LOL
ReplyDeleteI found a beer can on our drive outside the house this morning. But that's much better than having the house draped in egg and flour - it's happened on a couple of occasions!
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking here Debbi that perhaps the younger monkeys got this genetic component from the alpha male in your family... No, I was alone for Halloween. Not even a knock at the door in this neighborhood.
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It's a turning point in life when you measure how funny/scary something was by how much you peed on yourself! haha! I can laugh with you on that, been there, done that!
ReplyDeleteThat's why I love small towns, you know everyone, and there is a sense of community lost in larger cities. Small towns rock!
That would of scared the heck out of me too Deb! Shame on hubby! ;)
ReplyDeleteHi foxy, It is generally fun without the scary bits.
ReplyDeleteShibaguyz, I am plotting my revenge.
Vp, there used to be an annual egg fight in the pastures in combine, but it seems the teenagers have let that tradition die, thank goodness.
Brenda, It has got to be genetic and they didn't get it from me.
Hi nola, oh the joys of middle age.
Racquel, he is in trouble, big trouble.
Maybe you should make that mean old troll make his own Thanksgiving dinner. I suppose that would be WAY too cruel for the poor fellow though.
ReplyDeleteNo tricks here, we went to MIL's and had an uneventful night. I forgot to bring the great pumpkin movie with too. Dang it!
cinj, dont even get me started about thanksgiving dinner. We have a serious power struggle regarding the kitchen. There is a row every single year.
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