I have been so busy for the past 24 hours that I have not even had a moment to think about what I was going to write about today. As I was laying (lying?? I can never remember the rule for that!) in bed so very early this morning (Mike left for Notre Dame at 5:30…he was up for an hour before that, therefore I have been up since about 4:30 am) I was thinking maybe I would describe my past 24 hours like an episode of 24, but then I realized how lame and boring that would be since I didn’t hunt down any terrorists or save the world. Just looked at a lot of resumes, talked about grad school requirements, talked to recruiters, met with one of my favorite alums, ordered Chinese for dinner, watched Survivor and passed out in bed.

Not nearly as thrilling.

Instead I will answer a few burning questions that I have been avoiding because the answers, well, they suck.

First- what did Mike and I dress as for the Halloween Party? Yeah, this story is painful. I was really excited about this party, even with my hatred of Halloween. Mike and I don’t really go out much with his crazy work schedule. We usually prefer to put on comfy clothes and veg out on the couch and catch up on sleep on the weekends. So we had this great opportunity to go and partake in adult interaction and have some fun. Connor was going to go to the local Haunted House with my Mom and help sell refreshments and “scare people”. I had spent countless hours surfing the net trying to come up with a fun idea for a costume and of course ended up at Party City, were I spent 2 hours trying on costumes amid about 15 size 2 high school girls who looked adorable and made me feel like Shamu. I found a cute witch costume that was black and purple and I thought it could do double duty as a Mardi Gras costume with a few slight alterations. I have this fabulous purple/green/gold petticoat that I could wear under this tiny witch dress. It looked more like a “wench” costume but with a witch hat. Then I even found a cooler purple and black witch hat and a purple glittery broom. I was pretty happy with my decision. I tired on the size L and it was really snug in the chest area (no surprise) so I asked for the XL and paid and left. Without trying it on.

Fast forward to Halloween. Mike decided to wear his “Mike the Tiger” costume and I had awesome purple and black striped thigh highs, black velvet platform shoes and my sexy witch/wench and petticoat! Fun night ahead. Until I put the dress on. And zipped it up. And the zipper broke. Busted open. Unrepairable. Mike and I spent an hour trying to McGuyver the costume with pins and scarves and anything to hide the fact that it was WIDE OPEN in the back. I eventually gave up, took it off and happened to notice the size. Size M. WTF? Apparently someone had put the wrong size in the bag. I was so pissed. And disgusted with myself because not too long ago I would have fit in a medium. Ok, these costumes do run small and it was skimpy and my bust is ample, and probably never a medium, but it was still a real jolt to my ego. I was swearing up and down that I was only going to eat carrots, celery and apples until I lost lbs. So, we ended up not going to the party. I was so upset by this time and it was about 2 hours into the party and Mike refused to go without me. I have eating more than celery, carrots and apples but the memory of that zipper busting open has kept me away from the Halloween Candy!

The second question is what happened with the parents of the kids that were harassing Connor. Answer: Nothing.

Connor asked us not to say anything at this point. He said he does not want to make a huge deal out of it and would rather just stay away from the one boy. Mike and I talked about it and we said ok, BUT if it continues, we overrule that decision and there will be a discussion. The boys were all fine at bowling last week. Bowling again tonight and a dance at school so we’ll see how it all plays out. I’m not thrilled about how we left it but I don’t want to make things worse for Connor either. As long as he continues to handle things in an appropriate manner we will let him.

I think that over time it will get easier for him. This is a new bigger school and he is making new friends. Hopefully this is the last time I will be writing about this!

Finally, if you could say a prayers for a local family. Their 21 year old son was killed in a motorcycle accident this week. He and Jimmy went to school together and this is one of the nicest families I have ever met. I can not fathom the heartbreak they are going through right now.