I don’t know if this is just a Utah phenomenon, but we have been “booed” every year since we moved here. What does that mean? It means that someone leaves a plate of treats at your door with an assignment to “boo” two other families, which means you get to leave treats at their door, and then they get to boo two families and on and on. I know. If you do the math on this, you do not come out ahead.
By Halloween time, everyone has been booed and feels really fortunate to have been included in this great community builder.
But then there are people like me.
It’s not like I’m a Halloween scrooge, but there are just far too many details for me to handle here. For one, I have to make two copies of two pages, and I don’t think we have a copy machine although if we do, I have no idea how to use it. Then I have to make lots of treats and find plates for these treats and then find aluminum foil to wrap them in and then coerce one of my video game playing boys to make the delivery. This is all so beyond my skill level.
And besides don’t get me wrong. I love getting booed. In fact, I love getting booed several times a season. Yes, we are supposed to put up the sign on our door that says we’ve been booed, a sort of Halloween passover if you will so that other people have the opportunity to be booed. But hey, if people want to boo us, why should I stop them? We were their first choice after all. Can I help it if we are popular?
And if I choose to eat the brownies and destroy all the evidence that we were booed before my children come home, really, who is hurt? It’s a service because my super busy neighbor doesn’t have the time to boo other people so why should I add another thing to her plate? I will absorb ALL of the plates because I’m just that kind of person.
This set up has been working great for me until my husband decided my behavior was unacceptable . . .
Tomorrow you will here the tragic end to this saga.