Working has got the best of me. More on that soon. But first… The holidays!

RB asked me,

“Do you like Halloween?”

“Yes!”

“But not as much as me.”

“That might be true.”

There are many people in our neighborhood who decorate heavily for ALL holidays. That requires a level of stamina, commitment, organization, storage, money, and caring that I’m not ready for.

Mid-September I put out Star-of-David hand towels for the high holidays. After Yom Kippur, I put them away and took out our Halloween towels.

I spent the rest of the month defending my decorating choices to a five-year-old.

Every morning and every afternoon as we drove the ten minutes to and from school, she observed the neighbors and recited the catalog of possible Halloween swag.

Then she whined,

“When are we going to decorate?!!”

“We already did.”

“We did?”

“Yup. We have kitchen towels, three pumpkins and a sign on the door that says ‘Happy Halloween.”

“NOOOOOOOOO. That doesn’t count.”

The thing is, we do have a small, cackling witch, but anytime I try to hang it up, RB is too scared to walk by it.

EVERY drive she complained. I blasted Taylor Swift and threatened to remove the hand towels.

Every year, Captain gets closer and closer to buying some gigantic animatronic atrocity for the front lawn. And if he caves, no hard feelings, but it won’t be me.

RB tried again. She asked me,

“Why don’t we decorate?”

“We did.”

“Like lots of stuff in our yard.”

“Before you know it, we’re going to be decorating for Hanukkah and Christmas and we have SO MUCH.”

“It’s Hanukkah time?!?!?!?”

Nooo.

So that may have backfired. But to save myself trips in and out of the attic, I may just swap out the Halloween stuff for the holiday stuff. Once the bins are out, it’s anyone’s guess as to how long a Hanukkah gnome can stay in a bin.

Harris/Walz all the way! HERE WE GO