Waterlogged

I am in a rain stupor, a rain coma, a rain fog. It is eating at my sanity like Chinese water torture. I don't know how much more I can take. It has now ruined Halloween (which, for the record, I know is pretty whiny considering all the people in the Atlanta area who lost their homes, and some their lives, in all the flooding we've had over the last five or so weeks).

I've discovered that what is important to my kids about Halloween is not so much the candy (well, to some degree the candy) but that their friends get to see them in their costumes. They've spent weeks planning and dreaming about tonight. It's the childhood version of a Vegas weekend.

Rain has been in the forecast all week, but it was supposed to clear out by this evening. It didn't. Our church, instead of moving Trunk or Treat inside, cancelled it altogether. We went to the big church closest to our house for theirs, but we knew nobody there. No one got to "ooh and ahh" over my Bobby Soxer, Darth Vader and Alice in Wonderland. And that's just wrong.

So, we decided to hit the houses of our two favorite neighbors. In the rain. They weren't home.

Not to be deterred, plan C was to go out to the Abbotts' house and trick or treat with them in their neighborhood. It wasn't raining there. I got two miles from their house when I got a call. Rain. They were going to have to go door to door in the minivan.

Here's Alice:


And Darth Vader (and since I've already been asked, "Yes, Darth did wear cowboy boots while fighting the intergalactic forces."):


For the Bobby Soxer, scroll a couple of posts down.

Playing hoops at FBC Cartersville:

And Carolina so enamored with her ability to stick candy to her front teeth.

So, we've come home. I'm letting the kids gorge themselves silly on cheap candy. Maybe we'll round off this Halloween by reusing their buckets as barf pails after they've eaten themselves sick. What's the Halloween equivalent of Bah Humbug?