Boo

I must have answered the "how much longer until we trick-or-treat?" question seven times at least yesterday, and the sugar buzz from the Almond Joy's I pocketed from Mom and Dad's is finally fading.

But, here we are--the first of the end-of-year holidays, and I am drinking it up.  What a treat it was (no pun intended) to have the whole family be able to participate.  ROB...yes ROB...had the night off and was able to assume the wagon puller position.  I miss having him around to participate in these things with me.  He is my partner in crime and it was amazing to celebrate as the Vian party of five.

My little night owl

She's a nice witch

We all know that I am in love with holidays. I dig the whole over-hype and sparkle of decorations and Target setting up a small city of Christmas aisles the day after Halloween. I buy into the great to-do of kitschy bathroom towels embroidered with snowmen and freaking pinecones, and once one holiday is over, I am settin' up the excitement shop for the next one around the bend.


I fly my holiday freak flag proudly and am finding more and more ways to unfurl its enthusiasm on the in-between too.  It is just so much fun with these guys.

Bumblebee and his brother

But today the call for a clean-up is here and I am hoping for a quick decrescendo for my sugar buzz, I am grateful both for a fun night and the fact that it won't happen again for another year. That's the beauty of holidays...absence makes the heart grow fonder.

It's November, Friends. November.