But, whatever. I have plenty on my plate these days and frankly buying more candy *just in case* didn't make it to the top of my priority list. Okay, honestly, it didn't make it onto the list.
So last night I sent my husband off with the kids and the neighbors, kids loaded with costumes and goody bags and adults loaded with beverages to get them loaded. I had my big bowl full of candy and my backstock bowl at the ready. Between DING-DONGS I packed for the move and watched Ghost Hunters while enjoying a nice Cab.
Oddly, there weren't many DING-DONGS. There were the neighborhood kids that we knew (most of whom were in the same pack as my two), the were the teens who go everywhere and an interesting third group: parents who came up to the door with their kids to ask where we were moving. AND WHY.
I've had more than one friend tell me that "people are wondering" about why we are moving. Shhhhhhh...the big secret IS NOT A SECRET. We couldn't have been more candid about the fact that WE CAN'T AFFORD THIS HOUSE ANYMORE. Tada! Cat was never in the bag. And yet, there is still a bunch of whispering about our "situation." People just love them a good gossip, huh?
My husband and I thought about making stuff up just to fuel their need to consume rumors. He suggested I say, "My husband beats me every night *cough* at Scrabble *cough*." I suggested he say, "She cheated *cough* at Scrabble *cough*." Or maybe a simple, "We've split *cough* the Scrabble board in half from overuse *cough*." What do you think?