Snack: three mandarin oranges
Lunch: 5 oz tuna, one mackintosh
Snack: a few pieces of chicken breast, a handful of blueberries
Dinner: roasted butternut squash, onion, and carrots tossed with olive oil, salt, and pepper (ridiculously delicious and autumnal)
(of course, for some of you it's already All Hallow's. Sorry about that mom...)
Ah yes, once again we return to my Mostest Favoritest Holiday. Not being able to surreptitiously snack on candy had cast a bit of a pall on the day, but that pall was completely blown away once evening came. And why is that, you might wonder? Trick-or-treaters! At long last, I had actual trick-or-treaters come to my door, and I got to give out candy, and it made me so happy I was making joyful squee-y noises every time I closed the door behind them. Seriously, every time the doorbell rang I opened it with my heart in my throat until I heard the magic words-
"Trick or treat!"
-and spied the bevy of adorable little faces just waiting to get enough sugar to turn into little demons that I wouldn't have to deal with. And my heart melted into a dribbly smile all over my face. Awesome.
In fact, I made so many happy noises that Nathan said, "You like Halloween way too much."
"Pish tosh!" said I. "It is impossible to like Halloween 'too much'," and then I went back to watching The Vampire Diaries.
What was particularly amusing to me was that not a single kid knew what I was, something that hadn't even occurred to me. (My favorite response was from a little girl about six or so saying, "You're pretty!" pause "What are you?") Quite a few parents got it, however, so I was soothed by that. Well, okay, to be completely honest they "got" that I was from Star Trek. They did not get who I was, because I was missing my most important accessory:
Yes, the Riker to my Troi had secluded himself on the holodeck, as it were. But the man had already hosted a five+-hour HalloWarming party for me, so I gave him a buy for the Actual Evening.
And now for some of those promised photos of me carving the pumpkins:
|Gutting "Nathan's" pumpking|
|Little did these seeds realize the horrible, non-edible fate that awaited them!|
|Why yes, I DO glow with a holy light during Creative Moments.|
And the pumpkins themselves!
|Also I learned that it doesn't matter WHERE you put the pumpkin- some kid WILL trip over it.|
|Hard to tell from this photo, but that leaf in the middle glowed, too.|
|Seeking out new civilizations!|
|There are like twelve paper mache pumpkins in that window, and I ASSURE YOU, they looked awesome at night.|
And finally? Tribbles.
|The sign we had up during the party.|
Especially when they mutate into four-limbed critters.
|"I'm sensing... great confusion!"|