This week we proved to ourselves that moving back to a small
town was the right decision. It was
homecoming, so we got together with our family…to watch our local high school team lose.
Okay so the game may not have gone too well, but Brian’s
uncle gave all of the kids a tractor pulled hay ride and we ended the night around
a wood fire with the people we love the most…or at least the ones who have the
most dirt on us.
Small towns also mean big trucks, and big homecoming
floats.
Saturday we all went out to the campground for pumpkin carving
and trick or treating. Brian and his cute
parrot won the costume contest...
...and my mother in law won the pumpkin carving
contest…because she’s bad ass like that.
In other news, my daughter Shylee came home with a new song she learned
in drama. She said it goes, “All day
long we rape rape rape all through fall.”
Um what?
I had her repeat herself a half dozen times until finally I
think I got it.
Me – “Do you mean rake?
All day long we rake, rake, rake, all through the fall?”
Shylee – “Yeah, that’s it.
Same thing.”
For the record, it is not the same thing, and I would like
her drama coach to please enunciate a little better, or at least think of songs
that’s rhyming words don’t have anything to do with long jail sentences.
