Ugh.

Lazlo is on a "business trip" (we all know what that means) in San Diego, and I'm trying to decide what to do with myself on the gorgeous Halloween. I can still remember almost word for word the annual sermon we got at All Saints Episcopal School every Halloween. All about the true meaning, and "all hallows" and "all saints" and yadda yadda. I, along with ASV alum everywhere, have this one and about 10 other annual sermons memorized. There's the one about what kind of behaviour is appropriate where. There's the one about Christmas, and the one about Easter and the one about how to vote responsibly for student council. Fr. Calcote didn't like to vary his routine much. Which is one reason why I was especially sad to hear that a tree fell on his house during the recent hurricane. He must have been so put out.

I'd like to leave the house today and do something fun. The problem is (for me anyway) it's hard to leave the house and not spend money. Also, if I leave Ramona home alone again there's a good chance I'll lose another pair of panties to her ravenous panty-hunger. I believe it's more of an acting-out thing than an actual craving for panties. She's simply expressing frustration that I don't play with her anymore and I lavish all this attention on Wren. Motives are moot, however, in the face of my dwindling panty supply. And there's another factor. Ramona has recently decided to attempt to actually ingest these clothing items, rather than just mauling them, which has saited her in the past. So now I not only lose the panties, but I also have to clean their regurgitated remains off the (thankfully dark blue) carpet. Ugh.

Anyway, Wren and Ramona and I will probably get in the car and drive to the park and unload the stroller and stroll/walk around for thirty minutes or so until I get sick of Ramona trying to pull my arm off. It all seems like a lot of work for something that's going to make me tired. And then there's the fun part where I try to feed Wren under a blanket while the homeless guy and the fruit cart guy dart leery glances in our direction and Ramona runs away and rolls in poop. Ugh.

I don't have any plans yet for the actual Eve part of All Hallows Eve. I'm hoping to score an invite to someone else's house, since I can't work up the enthusiasm for handing out candy all by my lonesome. Worst case scenario is of course me turning off the lights and preteding I'm not home. I'm sure the neighbors will have their usual "It's Monday!" massive Tejano karaoke party and hopefully Wren will be able to sleep through it. It sort of feels like Saturday night in the dorm, at the beginning of Freshman year, when I didn't know anyone and it seemed like everyone else was having a (lame, but still) party. Maybe I'll go to the library and get some books. Ugh.

If anyone has any suggestions for getting myself out of this crappy mood, that don't involve costumes, let me know. Lazlo doesn't come home for four interminable days. All Wren all the time. Not that she's not a joy, but she can sometimes be not a joy.

Also, the suckiest part of the Golden State is that it's so far away from the Lone Star State. My Granner's funeral was on Saturday and I couldn't go. She was the sweetest and loveliest lady. I wish I could have known her better. Stands With a Fist tells me that she put my name on some rad costume jewelry, so I'm thankful I'll have something fun to remember her by.