The Continued Incoherent Ramblings of a Twentysomething
…that makes me watch hours upon hours of the Food Network?
Seriously - in the past four days, I’ve seen Rachael Ray’s Thanksgiving in 60 four times and Unwrapped’s Thanksgiving special twice. And I’ll probably do it again!
What is wrong with me?
Yesterday was NOT GOOD. For the uninitiated, let me tell you: Atlanta traffic SUCKS on Halloween. It’s bad any other day, but something about October 31st makes the level of suckitude skyrocket to astronomical levels. My usual hour to hour and 15 minute commute turned to two hours and 15 minutes yesterday. I was less-than-pleased.
However, Jeff was already at home passing out candy to youngsters, so I didn’t need to worry about flooring it home so I could beat the kids there. Oddly, we didn’t have that many trick-or-treaters this year. I blame it on the fact that we have about 10 new neighborhoods full of McMansions around us, which means all the kids in our neighborhood pretty much drive to the “rich” neighborhoods so they can get better candy. But that’s okay. More leftovers for me!
The apex of the evening, however, had to be around 7:15pm. Jeff decided it was my turn to answer the door, so I grabbed the bowl of candy and marched down the half-flight of stairs to the front door. I opened it to reveal a princess, a football player, Spiderman, and an eight-year-old in glasses wearing a black robe with a Gryffindor patch on it, and a maroon and gold tie.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. “You must be Harry Potter.”
The kid kinda stared at me for a minute, then gave me a look as if I had just sprouted an arm out of my forehead.
“NO,” he informed me. “I am NOT Harry. I’m RON. I HAVE RED HAIR. SEE?”
“Oh, sorry, the glasses threw me.”
I closed the door and walked upstairs to find my husband doubled over in laughter. I guess he finds it funny that a kid in elementary school corrected me on something Harry Potter-related.
Now I need to find out where that kid lives so I can TP his house.