I had big plans for this year's Halloween. BIG PLANS, people. They involved fire and trees made into spiders and cauldrons and dry ice. And Neal. He's the genius who will make my creepy, spooky set up a reality.
See, we live on the edge of our neighborhood. Our driveway is a bit long and a little curvy and surrounded by trees. Our dogs bark at trespassers (ok, whatever. Walking on the street is not technically trespassing, but in Maddie's world, it's a dire offense). We don't have kids.
There's a lot working against our getting trick-or-treaters. I buy the candy and end up sending it to work with Neal every year. This year, I wanted it to be different. I wanted to have the creepy, spooky set up that no kid (or parent) in the neighborhood could resist.
Alas. Neal has changed his work schedule and is getting home an hour later. We simply weren't able to pull off creepy, spooky set up. Next year, though, he's promised to take the day off from work.
I'm still hoping to hear the door bell ring, though. I even put the candy in cute ghost bags this year. And there are gummy eyeballs in those bags.