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I've started to watch the highly acclaimed hit TV show Grey's Anatomy this fall, and I absolutely love it. I don't know what exactly it is that has sucked me in each Thursday night, but it's got me good.
Maybe it's because the characters are so endearing...they're people I'd like to know in real life. Maybe I'm yearning for new friendships and this is the closest I've gotten since moving to the tiny little town of Marshall, Virginia. Maybe it provides me with a sneak preview of a life I'll never have (and not necessarily ever want). It could be my way of unwinding each Thursday night as my work week nears the end. Maybe it's just a well written drama. And finally, maybe it's because there are millions of other Americans watching it, and I don't want to be one of the few that isn't (though normally I don't fall for that).
Give it a try if you haven't already. After you've stuffed your belly with turkey and stuffing and all the football games are over, why not tune in to see what all the buzz is about.
Chris and I were very excited to welcome trick-or-treaters to our house this year. In every other neighborhood we've lived (okay, only two places), there were no children whatsoever. I guess I can speak for myself when I say that I was just tickled to have a stash of candy to hand out to darling disguised little ones.
The night was going great. Lots of smiles and "trick or treats" greeted us as we handed out Reese's Cups and M&M's. However, our stash began to run low. Not wanting to run out of sweets, I asked Chris to run to the store to replenish our supply...it was only 7:30 and there had to be dozens of little ones still roaming the streets, right? "No problem," he said as he grabbed his keys.
It happened--we ran out. At a not very convenient time. You see, a bunch of kids arrived at the door at the same time. I gave out all I had, and was so embarrassed not to have enough for all of them. I tried my best to explain the situation to a darling little two-year old Elmo. As soon as his bottom lip began to quiver, I knew that it was over. The tears started rolling. Our first real Halloween distribution had turned sour. I should have run to the kitchen to get him an apple at least, or even a granola bar, but I wasn't thinking. I awkwardly waved good-bye and shut the front door. He didn't leave. I think he even peeked in through the glass door to double-check that I wasn't holding out on him. I couldn't bear to look back.
Minutes after they finally left, Chris arrived home with more bags of candy. I felt like running after my little buddy and giving him an entire bag of Kit-Kats. Surely he'd forgive me! Well, as I'm sure you might have guessed, the night was quiet after that. I mean silent--no one else came to our door.
So long until next year... (when I am sure our pantry will be overflowing with candy in preparation for a visit from my three-year old fuzzy friend.)
