I don’t suppose you’ve seen the latest national satellite photos?
That massive amount of rain? That’s stretching from North Dakota/Minnesota to Texas? And headed east? IS HEADED THIS WAY. NOW. TODAY. BEFORE HALLOWEEN.
You remember Halloween? That day that we’re supposed to have a HALLOWEEN PARTY? OUTSIDE? Where my back yard has this rather large low spot, right in the very center?
What have I done to piss off the weather gods, y’all? I mean, seriously?
Y’know, in my little pea brain, in my heart of hearts, when I agreed to host a Halloween party for Spawn and Co., there was this voice that said, “You are so screwed.”
I mean, around these parts Halloween is in general mild, weather-wise. I can remember one year, it was all of 85 degrees and gorgeous. The next year it was 45 degrees and overcast, and the rain held off until after dark. Which was fine with me, the real tomfoolery usually doesn’t take place until after dark and the rain squelched that, that year.
In a way I am extremely glad to have a small batch of spooks on the guest list. Because even if it clears off Halloween morning (as the weather dudes locally have assured me it will), the back yard will be a swamp. And because we are not hosting a gaggle of lil’ Swamp Thangs, a swamp is not going to cut it. So more than likely everybody will be inside where their feet and ankles and shinbones and kneecaps will stay dry, and ohmigod what am I going to do with everybody inside? We obviously cannot do a pinata inside, since the one I bought is not the kind that you pull the strings on, it’s the kind that you hit with a baseball bat and I have 1930’s-era light fixtures hanging from my ceilings.
I am currently operating under Freak-Out Contingency Plan B, which is to scour the internet for some games that can be played inside.
Ack I hate parties. Hate!