SassyBlonde

People, we gave out five bags of candy last night to come of the crazy-cutest kids on the planet. In the process, we fried some chicken and okra, ate entirely too much mashed potatoes, and barely managed to save the the cats from a visiting basset hound.

On that last score, I have to say I've never seen the Spaz lose his shit quite that badly, but I can't really blame him. If some big hairy beast came into my house and chased me around the house baying at me, I'd probably be a basket case too. Even after the pooch in question left the house, the Spaz wouldn't come down from anything less than a height of four feet for more time than it took to cross the room and jumped at every noise (every last one), and his eyes were so dilated that I thought he was going to keel over from a heart attack. I couldn't figure out why he was so scared hours after the dog left, but D told me today that unfortunately the poor cat really did have a real Halloween scare-- while he was running away and before D could catch the dog, he slipped while jumping up on the counter and the pooch almost had a piece of him for dinner, seriously. I can't imagine I'm not going to have nightmares about that tonight.

Otherwise, we had a really good time-- ate way too much candy and giggled at all the cute little kiddies that came up. We had the best Dorothy I've ever seen-- wig and dress and shoes and even a little bitty basket with a dog in one end and a place for candy on the other. My favorite kid all night was the kid dressed up as a toxic waste canister, though. He had on a big silver cardboard canister, and when he turned around there was a little canister on his back to put the candy in. Brilliant!