I forgot today was Halloween, turned on my front porch light, and settled in for an evening of leisure.
Door bell rings. I wonder who could be disturbing my peace and quiet.
Go to the front door, and there are my neighbors. Mom, Dad, and darling little 2-year-old-decked-out-for-Halloween-cowboy. Not only did I forget it was Halloween, but am totally candyless.
I stammered out some excuse about forgetting it was Halloween, only having grown children, not used to getting trick-or-treaters in this neighborhood. (never have had ANY the whole time we've lived here.) Shamefacedly begged their forgiveness. Promised to bring candy to them on a non-Halloween day.
Basically, I'm a pitiful neighbor. Be thankful YOU don't live next door to me.
THEY were great, gracious, and merciful neighbors. They accepted my stammering, stuttering excuses with smiles.
I'm buying candy for that darlin' little cowboy TOMORROW.