Well, well. It's been one whole year since my last Halloween post and as you can see, not too much has changed since then. True, my gas bill is higher, my grocery bill has grown as well. And of course, I'm on a first-name basis with the local Children's hospital Ortho staff. So some things have changed since then, but not too much. Anyhow, With Halloween fast approaching, we began our decorating of the family domicile. Here's a night-time view of it. (Ok, I admit, the camera work stinks. just bear with me,)
And of course our Little ghosts and goblins, were getting dressed to the hilt. Except Mr. Nate of course. He had his costume perfected earlier. That of a "I really didn't break my leg in a macho sport, actually it was rather just me walking around and Opps!, it happened kinda thing" costume.While we were waiting for the holiday to arrive, we were very pleased to find out that the other far off members of the Corbett Clan were going to come over for a visit and have a good hardy laugh at my suffering at the hands of my offspring. I guess this is one of the ways that Grandma and Grandpa Klein get their kicks in, watching payback in action.
(In defense, I would like to say that I truly do not believe that I was that bad of a child. I mean I can see me deserving one mother's curse 'I hope you have children just like...'. Yeah, I guess I sorta did something or another to deserve that. But how the heck did I end up with everyone else s curse as well?? I mean really! Not only do I get to suffer my curse, but Chris's curse, Reet's curse, Reet's sister's curse, Joe the Plumber's curse... I mean c'mon give me a break here folks!!")
Anyway, I digress. So the old folks came up to the Corbett estate, to spend some time with the 'precious darlings' as Grandma calls them. (I wonder if she is being facetious?) So here we have Mac's first victims of the season. After spending several hours of interrogating the old folks for the whereabouts of her gifts, or candy or anything that
popped into her mind, Mackenzie became utterly delighted to see the arrival of fresh meat."Unka Cwiff!! Unka Cwiff!" she shrieked with joy as he unwarily pulled up in the driveway, oblivious to the impending doom that awaited inside. As you can see, he didn't have a clue as to what the weekend would have in store for him.
Of course Grandma welcomed the relief, so in between cooking large, extravagant meals for us, (what? you thought we wanted her to visit just for her personality?) she took some personal down-time and enjoyed several hours of "Atlantis", what ever that is. All we know is that some of the kids were getting nervous. "Dad, I think somethings wrong with grandma... She keeps screaming that she can't get to Carthage, where ever that is. It's really beginning to upset the dog."So, while Grandma went off to find the lost something of someone, Grandpap "chilled" out and enjoyed some quality time with the ones he loves, namely Mississippi and the Golf Channel. However, he did seem to be thoroughly enjoying himself by making constant comparisons between Nate and I. He kept mumbling something about apples falling from trees into dumpsters, or something like that.
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ter in th
e weekend we feasted out on Grandma's cooking and sat back and watched a whole new form of entertainment. We like to call it: "Can Unka Chris Escape the Demon Child?" and as you can see, he really sucked at that game. just look at the utter bliss on his face, knowing that his cute, little niece just loves him sooo much, and; "We'll be da best of friends, and we'll color Barbie books together, and we'll play with my dolls together, and... Unka Cwif! are you listening!?" By the time she got to the point that she thought it would be a great idea if she moved in with him and 'aunt Julie', 'unka cwiff' took the better part of valor and ran for the hills.
Ahh, but don't worry Chris, our little horseman of the apocolypse is out there even now, looking for you."You can't escape me Unka Cwiff!!"
All in all, a very enjoyable Halloween. Once the old folks headed back home, we got ready for the annual invasion of trick-or-treaters. I was not allowed to hand out the candy this year. {Sniff} Reet said that people just wouldn't get the 'sexual predator costume' thing. So I ending up just taking Mac around the neighborhood and watch her enjoying herself as she beat up people for candy. (She really does enjoy herself.) As for the other kids, they are "too old and sofisticated" to be trick or treating with us. So we agreed that they were growing up and not to worry about it. and since they are so "mature" now, we have decided to charge $650.00 a month from each for room and board.
-needless to say, they changed their minds and decided to come along with us.
Anyhow, Here's a nice little bit of horror to celebrate Halloween with. Nate getting his leg operated on. Enjoy!
