Tikkabik

Yesterday spun totally out of control so I didn't have a chance to blog, but it ended up being a solid Halloween. Not our best, but not our worst. Things spun out of control because I had an afternoon doctor's appointment that ran an hour late, and it totally blew my schedule.

I had fully planned to get back to the house in time to carve the pumpkins and make dinner before the trick or treaters arrived. But as it was, I had just barely enough time to go to the hardware store to pick up some electrical stuff I needed for the lights and what-not we put out as decorations, spun by the drug store to drop off some new prescriptions and pick up a bag of candy for the halloweeners, then jet up to Hyannis to pick up Emme from her after school program.

Dinner got scratched in favor of a Domino's delivery. I never *did* find lamp oil for the creepy-looking tiki torches we bought, and managed to get home just with barely enough time to string everything up and get it set before the kids went out with their friends to trick or treat through the neighborhood.

My kids came home from Sunday school with some promissory note that they're going to do a good deed on All Saint's Day (today), which I presume is some fucked up way of atoning for the pagan worship they participated in the night before. When I saw this I launched into a diatribe about how most Christian holidays are bullshit paste-overs on old Pagan traditions like Samhain and Yule.

Needless to say, Bonnie was displeased with this. Oh well. That's what she gets for marrying a Godless heathen.

Hey, Easter bunnies and painted eggs make a shitload more sense in the context of fertility worship than they do in the resurrection of Christ, anyway.