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I about lost my shit on Friday night. . .
About 8:30, I figured that most of the trick or treat brats were done for the night (and I say "brats" because about 80% of the kids that came to my door weren't wearing costumes - and that includes the younger ones! Can we say lazy parents?) I shut off the lights, pulled out light up pumpkin inside, and settled down to watch the Celtics manhandle the Bulls.
Bear was sitting by the front door. He had been outside with me, and did #1 and #2, so I knew he couldn't have to go again. I passed it off as "silly dog."
I was on the phone with Eamonn, when I heard something outside the front door. I thought it was kids that were pissed that my light was out, and they were screwing with my pumpkins and hay. I opened the door, and a little orange-and-white furry missile shot in the door, ran up the stairs, and hid under the guest bed. He didn't come out until Saturday morning.
I locked my cat outside. I am the worst kittymama ever.
About 8:30, I figured that most of the trick or treat brats were done for the night (and I say "brats" because about 80% of the kids that came to my door weren't wearing costumes - and that includes the younger ones! Can we say lazy parents?) I shut off the lights, pulled out light up pumpkin inside, and settled down to watch the Celtics manhandle the Bulls.
Bear was sitting by the front door. He had been outside with me, and did #1 and #2, so I knew he couldn't have to go again. I passed it off as "silly dog."
I was on the phone with Eamonn, when I heard something outside the front door. I thought it was kids that were pissed that my light was out, and they were screwing with my pumpkins and hay. I opened the door, and a little orange-and-white furry missile shot in the door, ran up the stairs, and hid under the guest bed. He didn't come out until Saturday morning.
I locked my cat outside. I am the worst kittymama ever.