Halloween Horror Story

        

So it's over. I failed to produce a satisfactory Halloween costume for the golf cart.

After spending 5 hours in the cold back yard, my efforts to make a giant toaster giant toaster looked like a giant white box. My grandson and I tried to quickly convert it into a motor home, but after another freezing hour it looked more like a box of generic Kleenex. With great reluctance, I put on a stupid Halloween sweater and went to the trick or treat party without my beloved cart. It was left hiding in humiliation under the Kleenex box in our yard. I should have listened to Marian from California who suggested a box of popcorn. She sure had the box part right.

Blind chicken

Teddy had a bad day, too. His chicken costume 

Not chickeny enough

kept falling over his eyes and he was bumping into the furniture. I finally took it off him and tried it on myself, but that didn't work either.

So Teddy decided to stay home and watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. He watches it every night.

Sympathetic listener

I was bummed at the party. I found a welcome listener in a party goer who was completely overcome with sadness when she heard the story about the cart. Just to rub it in, I also mentioned that my blog was messed up yesterday, and that our drains were running slowly. I guess she's a pretty good friend, judging from that face. So I had some really great chili and said hi to lots of folks, and talked my husband into handing out 288 lip siren whistles. It just wasn't the same without Teddy and the golf cart. Next year, I'll be arriving at the party in a perfect Kleenex box.