November 01, 2008

Mac Candy

The kids raked it in last night for Halloween. I swear, they have NEVER come home with this much candy.

Three plastic grocery bags FULL, one half full, and two quart sized zip locks.

Random Question… am I the only one who sits down and sorts their kids’ candy? I sort it so all chocolate bars go in one bag, all M&Ms go in another, all Reeses’ go in another, gum goes in a zip loc, suckers go in another bag… and all the rest of the candy, non chocolate goes in another.

This way people know what they want, they don’t have to dig through it all. Besides, if I sort it, I can find those random pieces that are my fave.

On a down note… the boys did not receive one Mounds bar, my all time fave. On the upside, Bones was happy to get Milk Duds, my 2nd fave. He gave them to me.

The evening started with them at a neighborhood Halloween party. I stopped by for a few, just to make sure everyone was settled and until my husband arrived, as he had an emergency at the office.

I did not dress. I do not really do Halloween parties. I don’t know what it is, but I’m just not into costumes… not this stage of my life. It could change. But I won’t even buy a Boy Scout leader uniform… I told them, “I don’t do uniforms”.

So when the hostess/Mom saw me, she said, “Where is your costume?”

Just having come back from the gym, as I truly was just going to drop them off until my husband arrived, I said, wearing my running shorts, shoes, calf K-taped, and t-shirt, “Oh, I’m going as an injured marathon runner…”

I got a blank look.

Hey, I thought it was funny.

Later on, a couple Moms were talking to my husband and me after he arrived and my one neighbor Mom said, “Bou, LOOK at your legs!”

I looked down, wondering if it was the K-tape she was talking about.

I looked back up and she said, “Look how HARD they are!”

I looked down again and upon looking up replied, “Umm… I’m training for a marathon…”

She has donated to the cause, and she said, “No, I can’t believe it. They are really hard. They look GREAT!”

I kind of smiled, my husband looked at my legs and she looked to him and said, “Don’t you agree? They look great!”

OK, this was almost akin to a 3rd party, “Do I look fat in this dress?” question.

My husband notoriously fails all those tests. Always. There have been times where my husband has said something so flagrantly bad, VOLUNTARILY… without being prompted, that TGOO’s eyes have bugged out, and he’s turned away, wondering what was going to happen next.

Its kind of funny… my husband can just be very clueless. It’s completely innocent… and clueless. I don't even get mad anymore... just take a deep breath and realize he's clueless.

So I look to my husband, who has his head cocked to one side as he’s kind of analyzing my legs and he says, ‘I think they look the same…’ and then he looks to me and says, “Don’t you?”

My neighbor was emphatic. “NO. They are just really trim… they look great…”

My husband was still looking and finally I grinned and said, “Hey, I’m just his wife. He just sleeps with me…”

I completely meant it as “he just has sex with me”, but I toned it down.

And the other women, both did not laugh, initially, the blank look, and then they laughed… a little.

Once again, I thought it was funny…

So the two older boys went as scary things with robes. Ringo had some Dementor costume with a mask and Mr. T went as something with white flowing robes.

I told TGOO this and he said, “Really? Was his hat pointy?”

Heh.

So just to show that my son did not look like he was part of the K…K… K (don’t want to be googled for that)… here is a picture of Mr. T and Bones. (And you can see the inside of the Asexual Mom-mobile, where I spend 99% of my life.)

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Note that while the two older ones were scary, Bones went as Mac Daddy… complete with Bling. He so needs a haircut...

Here is the solo picture of Mac Bones. He thinks he’s so cool… it cracks me up…

Mac Bones Crop.jpg

Here's one of all three:

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OH! And the cutest trick or treater award went to a little blonde haired blue eyed bubba who was about 18 months old and dressed as a turtle.

I wanted to smooch his little cheeks.

Instead, I put a piece of candy in his bag, and then put in his chubby clubby little fingers, the favorite candy of the night, chocolate eye balls.

His sweet little fist, tightened around the little ball and he turned and toddled away. I yelled after the mother, “It’s going to mellllt!”

I could just envision that little mess…

Posted by Boudicca at November 1, 2008 09:19 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Good thing you told me it was MacBones...i would've guessed Ritchie Sambora.

Posted by: jayzapiper@cableone.net at November 2, 2008 01:54 AM

totally awesome!!!

Posted by: vw bug at November 2, 2008 07:18 AM

I don't know who Mac Daddy is, but from the picture I assume he's a pimp.

Posted by: Angus of Stirling at November 2, 2008 09:39 AM

Great pics!! :)

Posted by: Richmond at November 2, 2008 03:28 PM

You are one very blessed Mom. Your boyz are adorable and seem to be quite fun to-boot! Enjoy them...they do grow up in a blink of an eye.

Posted by: DammitWoman at November 2, 2008 09:36 PM

I can't wait to see those legs... In between the bottom of your bathing suit and the top of your high heels, after the election.

Sorry, It's just been too long with no smack talk...

Posted by: K-Nine at November 3, 2008 10:54 AM