Halloweekend

It's no secret that I (capital L) Loathe Halloween. 
I try to hide it for the sake of my children,
but I think they heard me say "I hate Halloween" to at least 13 people yesterday.

So clearly, I'm not doing a very good job.

From the pictures, though, you'd have to assume that it doesn't bother me a bit.
I had to put on a happy face whilst representing the store and
handing out candy to the 4000 people that came through the
company-sponsored RV circle-thing.  I tried to remain as cheery as Princess Snow White herself. 

It was fun seeing bunches of my former students, all confused why I was dressed like Snow White in front of an RV with Kiwi Loco plastered all over it, handing out candy from a green cardboard boat.

 I figured that cardboard boat would come in handy for SOMETHING

after the regatta.  We used it to house all the candy and coupons. 

It also turned out to serve well as a good promotion for next year's race!

Kyle chose to dress as a dragon for the second year in a row. 
He seems to care for the holiday about as much as I do.

The girls decided (with some prompting)
to be "twin witches."

Bret had just come from working at the store,

so went with that concept and added a cup and a balloon to his hat. (?)
Hey - free marketing!Tate?  An old fat man.  (no, he's not going as Doug.)

and now... we're off to brush our teeth.

'ode to Friday...

Began the day at K.E.S.

In second grade I did my best

to substitute from eight till three...
I miss those kids so much, you see.

We went to Sonic after school,

that Happy Hour just makes me drool.

For cones and cokes and slushes blue

we really love that fast drive-thru.

At home...piano, vacuum, quick!

A photo session's next.  No trick.

Order pizza, find the phone,

who's is this melted ice cream cone?

And then the shuttling to and fro

of children ever on the go. 

At least two hours passes fast

it seems I'm running out of gas.

And lo! A second wind is found.

Just as the call of yogurt sounds.

With eldest child, we talk and mop.
Someone has to close that shop.

Whilst driving home we gab some more
I'm ready to crash on the living room floor.

A day of laughter, love and fun. 

It needed a rhyme, so I wrote one.  Done.

the boy with the painted face.

Tate received his Arrow of Light award at the last pack meeting. 
We think he's pretty awesome.