Make no mistake: I love holiday traditions.
To wit, I love them so much that if it weren't for the fact that I've lived in my current neighborhood for 13 years--and my neighbors know me well--I'd be considered a suspicious person, and need the intervention of law enforcement.
What's the problem? My newest neighbors haven't yet found their BOO basket yet!
What else would have a 54-year-old grandmother making multiple, unprecedented trips to the corner to see whether or not the BOO basket had been claimed?
So let's back up. Earlier today, my BOO baskets were ready. Compiled 90% from the gift closet, I filled two little green pails (Big Lots Christmas clearance circa 2005!) with a variety of bought-ahead Halloween treats. Ghost pencils. Pretty pumpkin dish towels. Harvest-themed magnetic note pads. Pumpkin-shaped cookie cutters.
A quick trip to the supermarket for cookie mix, frosting and some wrapped candies, I was ready to BOO the two newest neighbors on our block. With both households having school-aged children, I was ready for the ULTIMATE BOO-ing fun.
Next challenge: delivery.
