There are no cute Halloween pictures to be had here...so move along.
I have to say, I am no fan of Halloween, so I really was not disappointed that we all ended up being sick. Mom did send us some little treats, DOTS included, and I did buy one, just ONE bag of Snickers minis, and candy corn. You can't not do the candy corn. Other than that, there were no festivities. We turned our clocks back to the normal time, and went to bed at 8:30. I know, I know, so very exciting. If only you could live my life....suckas!
Sunday found us at home lolling between eating and watching Star Trek reruns. Joseph was a real champ and watched James all day so I could sleep off that strange 'jelloey' feeling you get when you are sick. We did not go to Church. I decided long ago that we would not be 'that' family. You know, the one who always comes to church, snotty nosed kids in tow. No way. I am not from the school of stay home only if you're bleeding to death. No, if you are sick, just stay home, the Church will go on, just like Celien Dion's love for the Titanic, even though that boat sank.
We're much better today, and have already been to Santa Fe to drop my car off to be fixed from the
hail damage from this last summer's storm. Yes, it's November and we're finally getting it done. That's the beauty of living the middle of nowhere to get things fixed. All I can say is that if Minnie the "helpful" lady from State Farm claims calls, I might just reach thru the phone and strangle someone. She was less than helpful last time.
And in big news...or should that be BIG news...Sweet Baby James is cutting his first tooth. Sadly, I have no pictures for that either, as he won't open his mouth long enough for me to get a photo. It's there though, I can feel it....let's hope the its twin comes in soon, otherwise this kid will be known as Snaggletooth!