Yes, I'm Behind

It was a crazy weekend.

Friday night we Trick-or-Treated with friends/neighbors in a neighborhood adjacent to our own. It was PERFECT. Lots of kids, lots of lit-up houses, few cars. Once again, I am lacking photos as SOMEONE has not gotten around to installing our photo software on our computer. And SOMEONE will not let someone ELSE touch it. We can only hope it will happen before the next millennium.

So, yes, Mary was a cute little Devil, Keith was a very muscular Blue Power Ranger, and Izzy was the cutest little Super Girl. Except for a few forgotten "thank yous," they all did very well and had a blast. Also accompanying us: Little Bo Peep (So. Stinkin'. Cute!), a little Pumpkin, a Cat, a Cowgirl, a Witch, and Barack Obama. Really nice of him to join us on such a short notice....

We only stayed out just over an hour. Then the buckets were mostly full, and the little Pumpkin (who'd had his 18 mos. shots that day) started getting cranky and crying for his "jooooose!" so we called it a night.

Saturday morning Keith, Mary, and I got up extra early and went to the school to make the pizzas for his CS Pack. 1167 pizzas in three hours. Sorta. We ran out of pepperoni, and by the time more was brought in, we had run out of cheese. I spent the entire three hours spreading sauce on the pizzas. I probably did about a quarter of all of those pizzas--and my shoulder was killing me! Keith spent most of his time running completed pizzas from the assembly line to the distribution table--where they got shrink-wrapped and labeled, but he also got to help put on pepperoni. Mary spent most of her time throwing down the pepperoni. When it slowed down, Keith goofed off and blew up his gloves like balloons. Mary flirted with all the boys. Yeah. That one is going to be TROUBLE!

Saturday afternoon Keith and I drove around and delivered the pizzas--only six families not home (but we caught 'em on Sunday!).

Sunday I spent almost the entire day cleaning my scary, scary house. I am losing my mind with how messy it's getting now that I'm back to work. I'm not saying I was the best housewife with an immaculate house (ha!), but at least it was mostly "picked up." Now that I'm not there, it's just become a disaster area. I feel like crying every night when I get home, but I'm too tired to even do that.

Anyway, whilst wading through the mess, it suddenly dawned on me that I was not wearing my wedding ring. It wasn't in the typical places I keep it if I take it off. Uh oh. I did take it off to make pizzas on Saturday and put it on my watch strap in my pocket(we were wearing gloves, but I still felt "safer" with it in my pocket). I "sorta" remember pulling my watch out of my pocket when we were done to put my ring back ON, but I honestly cannot remember physically DOING it. Well, I tore through the house, and then looked in the mini-van (where I was when I pulled the watch back out of my pocket), and it's nowhere to be found. I'm worried that when I took my watch out of my pocket, the ring may have slipped off the strap and then fell to the floor--to then be kicked out by my feet during one of the 20 or so trips in and out of the car delivering pizzas--and going to the grocery store!--that day.

I'm not happy. :(

I have a GS meeting tonight (WHAT were we thinking?), so I got up at the crack of dawn and voted at 6:15 this morning. I only had to wait about 15 minutes and even managed to eat breakfast, get Izzy to daycare and get myself to work EARLY. Suspect I'll be up late tonight with my obsessed husband watching the returns. We'll see how long I make it.