More pictures from our Halloween party here.
I’m not a pumpkin carver. It’s messy, you can lose a finger, and quite frankly, I’m not very good at it. It was with that in mind that I lamented not having the dolls I needed to create the final creepy space in my house’s Halloween decorations. No sooner than I mentioned it, the wheels turned for my mother-in-law. Within a few hours, nine dolls had been picked up at the swap meet and deposited at our place.
My mom gets prank-called a lot.
Some are scams, like the calls asking her to give up personal information over the phone.
Others just scare her, like those occurring just after she gets home. “Are they watching me?” she always thinks.
Yesterday, she hit on a new strategy for those calls where she just gets silence–she proclaims, in broken English, “I love you!” That cracks her up, so she then laughs hysterically into the phone.
“Dicen que es bueno reír. Pues en vez de asustarme, ahora me río.”
She cracks me up sometimes.