Over the past month or so, I’ve slowly learned that The General might possibly be obsessed with Halloween. I’ve never had any of my own Halloween Decorations, because who would see them besides me, right? And we all know Riley doesn’t need anything else to pull down off of the table, right? The last time we walked down the Target Halloween aisle, I thought I was going to have to either whip out the emergency credit card or cause a domestic disturbance, depending on how generous I was feeling. We had a discussion last night at dinner about how I’m close to a second class citizen for never seeing The Nightmare Before Christmas!
But I think I’ve found a way to make us both happy. I think we should throw a pumpkin carving party. We could invite all of our best friends over sometime before Halloween gets here, supply them with large pumpkins, extremely sharp knives, and let them go to down. Knowing our friends, there will most definitely be alcohol involved. And since we live on the third floor, this combination suddenly reminds me of one of those David Letterman episodes my cousin used to let me stay up and watch when she babysat me 20 some years ago.
Except there’d probably be fewer television cameras and more landlords kicking us out to the curb. Although it’d be fun to give it a try.