Trick Or Treat

Last night was Trick Or Treat here in Smalltown.  Prince Charming was so excited he could hardly stand it.  He’s lived out in the boonies since 2000 and this was his first Trick Or Treat in a very long time.

We went to Wally World to pick out candy.  I made him promise that he wouldn’t eat whatever we bought before Saturday night.  He agreed as long as I bought him some candy of his very own . . . it was blackmail . . . he’s so adorable that I couldn’t resist.

I turned him loose in the candy aisle at Wally World with one rule . . . whatever we got for the Trick Or Treaters had to be something we both liked because we would end up with lots of leftover candy.  He looked at me like I had two head until I explained that we would be lucky if we had 50 kids – and most of those would be teenagers “too cool” to wear a costume.  He suddenly looked very sad and I hated that I was going to have to ruin his first Trick Or Treat in over 10 years.

He picked a bag of candy with 160 pieces for the kiddies and a bag of Brach’s caramels for himself.  He seemed pretty pleased with himself and I was impressed that I could get by so cheap on the candy!

Saturday night came and, sure enough, we were lucky if we had 50 kids and most of them were teenagers who weren’t wearing a costume.  He had a wonderful time even if we did freeze out tushies off waiting on the front porch for the kiddies.  We’re both pretty excited about all the leftover candy!

After it was over, he called his Mom to see how they survived Trick Or Treat.  We visited them earlier in the day and were amazed at the large stash of candy they had stocked up with for the kiddies.  According to Prince Charming’s mom . . . they had lots of kiddies and had less than a half dozen pieces of candy left.

I told him that maybe next year we should go help his folks hand out candy!

Yes, I Know

Yes, I know . . . I’m never here anymore! And that’s after I agreed to the Post A Day thing . . . I know.  I suck.  I’m sorry.

Yes, I know . . . It’s boring to read about Prince Charming all the time.  All I ever do is talk about him.  But I can certainly tell you that it’s not boring being this happy with Prince Charming.  I spent a lot of lonely years wishing and dreaming for this kind of happiness.  It always seemed like it was just out of my grasp.  What was I doing wrong?  Everybody else had it (or so it seemed)  . . . why couldn’t I?

Prince Charming still doesn’t have a job . . . and the economy here in Smalltown is still very stunted . . . but he continues to look and he still has hope that he will find something (anything) soon . . . and he’s still trying to explain to The Queen’s (his STBX) attorney how he’s supposed to comply with a temporary support order if he doesn’t have a job . . . if you are a praying person we’d appreciate if you’d say one or two for him/us.

We’re still the disgustingly happy couple that everyone thinks has been together forever.  We go.  We do.  We laugh.  We share.  When they catch us kissing in the kitchen, Rocky and Millie look at us like “Oh, man, do you have to keep doing that?!”   I just realized yesterday that Millie has spent as much of her life with Prince Charming as she did with the Ex-Hubby.

Remember how I kept wondering when “boringly normal” would come back to my life?  Well, it’s here!  And I’m thrilled!

I promise I’ll be around more often . . .

Yes, I know . . . you’ve heard that before!