There was a pack of dogs shattering dishes in a failed attempt to hijack the homemade chicken soup. We saw pretend zombies, with and without masks. We saw real zombies, with and without masks. There were late night angry drunk texts from my good friend (or whatever) Dromiquine, multiple light bulbs burning out all at once, and a howling cat strolling through the hallway at two in the morning.
There were also some successful firsts in baking, including a pumpkin cake roll and an eggless pumpkin pie, a fat batch of from-scratch chili, and lots of Darigold eggnog. We made a delicious punch with dry ice, carved pumpkins, stayed up late watching movies, and turned back most of the clocks but not all so that no one's ever sure what time it is exactly but nobody really cares because my life size Jeremy Renner cardboard cutout is hanging out with the jack-o'-lanterns and the hot cider is spiced and everything is happily ever after.
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