Some Things Scarier

We had a carved pumpkin on the porch again this year, and much as I love to have kids come by and pretend to be scary, I knew we needed a new porch lightbulb, and I knew Eric wouldn't be home all day and evening, so it would mean me on a ladder if there was to be any light on the porch. Now that's scary. I'm not scared of ladders and I'm not scared of being on ladders, but I have gotten way cautious when it comes to the risk of breaking something after breaking a bone last summer for the first time ever. Drat. So I brought the pumpkin in early and kept the front of the house dark so kids would skip our house - which they did. Drat. Then I lit the pumpkin right before Eric drove up and had fun yelling Boo! as he walked up the steps. And that was Halloween. Drat.