Let me start by wishing you all a belated Happy Halloween, friends! Hope you had a good time!
As you may recall, I seem to have gotten myself on the "Must Visit List" of a particular religious group. If you need a little refresher, you can read about my prior encounter
here.
Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday, hands down. I decorate inside out and outside. I buy the good candy -- no raisins or healthy treats here!
Now, my special little street is kind of tucked away, and no one really knows we are here. Usually my trick-or-treaters are limited to my friends bringing their kids over. I think a picture will best show you the scenario I am describing.
See the house on the left? That's my house. Like a Halloween beacon shining in the night. On the right? That's the rest of my freaking street. Not a light on in a single house! Only the streetlight and the lights from the area down the hill. I live in Party-Pooper Central. I still got 3 intrepid kids though -- kids I did not know! Very exciting for me!
What's a gal to do when she loves Halloween but never really gets any trick-or-treaters? Throw a party, of course!
So last night I threw a little Halloween soiree. I had all of my decorations out and lit up. Good friends and fun times! Everyone had a good time! (Well, I'm assuming. I haven't heard otherwise.)
Turned off the lights and went to bed around 2am, after a little bit of clean-up. Nothing crazy. We weren't obnoxiously loud, no one called the cops on us. The important thing here is the time frame, folks.
I get up about 9am, turn on the coffee, and go outside to check that all of my pumpkins are still there. (There's a story for that, but I'll save that for another time.) They are still there, in all of there pumpkin glory...and I find a little something else tucked in my front door:
Join us! Join us!!!!!!!
Are you kidding me? Are you you freaking kidding me?!
In the seven, seven, hours since I went to bed the Jehovah's have been back again trying to save me! Apparently my status as the Spawn of Satan still holds with them, and they must now think I am trying to bring my friends over to The Dark Side as well.
I've been told they are out in full force today, as a friend saw a group moving through her neighborhood early this morning.
I'm not convinced this was a normal proselytizing mission though. For starters, they didn't even ring the doorbell. Maybe it was the same two guys I had words with last time and they decided not to chat this go-round. I suppose they could have been scared of my decorations and didn't dare to see who lived inside. Due to the stealthiness of it all, I think it might have been my neighbor. She might have pulled a covert op after last night's party.
Can't a gal just have a party without it being a sign that she is damned and dragging her friends along for the ride?
Let me leave you with this little piece of internet awesome:
