A two-year period of recovery from junk mail, political ads and unannounced visits from people with clipboards.
Perfect Little Saints’ Day…Not.
Congratulations to my teacher friends for surviving our favorite day of the year, All Saints’ Day—the day the children come back to school on their Halloween highs and behave like perfect saints. Chins up! From now until June, the hardest part is over.
You can start laughing now.
Trick. No treat.
Two undershirts, turtlenecks, and shirts; two pairs of thermal pants, spandex pants, socks, and shoes; one spider and another Thomas the Train costume; two neon glow sticks, two pumpkin baskets and one flashlight later, and we were off into the night.
Said Tyler, three houses down the road: “It’s dark. I want to go home.”
This year, I’d say, the trick was most definitely on me.
Ever been this hungry?
