All Right Trick or Treaters...You Can Come Over

 While on the way to pick up The Redhead from school today, this happened.

This wet, sopping mess all over my Toms happened.  And it was so nasty.  I don't want to know what it is.  But now I know why I always walk around that mess on the sidewalk, that spot that's always wet.  But today, I avoided it by walking the wrong direction.  A car door was where I normally walk, so I skipped it going the other direction, accidentally stepping on a small corner of their lawn. And that happened.  And in all my humility, I had to keep walking towards the school.  Leaving a track of one muddy footprint along the way.  At least I'm hoping it's just mud.

But I survived.

For keeping track of Trick-or-Treaters.  

We'll be the house with the stripes and protruding rocks.

Note to Self....

That no matter how good of an idea you once thought this was, it wasn't.

And a box of thirty-three goody bags containing  bottled water, yeah, it's just as heavy as one might expect.  Heavier than one case of water.

So next time you think of doing this, please don't.

These though?  Yeah, those were still a good idea for the teachers.  So was your idea for the Kansas teachers.  And remembering the crossing guard?  You made her day.

But don't ever even think of doing water bottles again.  Don't even think about it...

Seriously.  No water bottles.