Happy Halloween everybody!
I had a super fun adventure today.
I was going to be lazy and plop myself on the couch, but I decided to keep my running pledge and knock out a few miles.
Got back from my run, feeling pretty proud that I'd gotten my butt in gear and looking forward to watching a horror flick while eating breakfast for dinner.
And my keys were gone. Must have fallen out of my pocket while running.
I looked at my phone and thought "I have 20 minutes of daylight."
And I charged off to retrace my steps. Made it 2 1/2 more miles (faster than the first 3 1/2!) before it finally got too dark to keep searching.
So, I'm sitting on my porch-wet, cold, in the dark, trying to decide how long I can wait for my awesome bestie to bring my spare keys before I go meander around Walgreen's to stay warm.
And it's Halloween. For the past 2 years, I've gotten big bags of candy and waited eagerly for little witches and Supermen to run down my street, but I've always ended up being disappointed. But this year, there were actually a few Trick-or-Treaters.
One kid saw me, opened the gate, and started running up the stairs, "Trick or Treat!!"
I was like, "I'm soooooo sorry, but I have no candy."
The kid stops mid-step and looks at me, trying to figure out if I'm joking.
"No really. I know, it's deceiving, because I'm sitting out here. But I don't even have keys, let alone candy."
He turned around slowly, I think half expecting me to say, "Tricked ya! He're a King-Sized Reese's!"
I'm waiting to get egged.
