Black Cats, Doctor's Orders, Blood, and Costumes

In case you're wondering, I still haven't "re-done" the front porch, and the uncooperative pumpkin blew over in yesterday's wind.

So here's the latest information in our world:

1. Baby Kitty has a new home. Hallelujah. My sis-in-law's cousin (and her daughter) took her. We had formed quite the bond with her cute little self, so it was hard to see her go. And her name is officially "Foxy" now. How cute is that?

2. Dan/Daddy had a follow-up with the spine doc. Spine Doc is slowly allowing more and more activity, but he gave Dan/Daddy instructions yesterday that I am not too sure about. The doc said that one of the worst things Dan/Daddy can do at this point in his recovery is load or unload the dishwasher.
Really? Really? (I think I smell an over-paid rat here.)
Unloading the dishwasher, dear readers, is one of my least favorite things to do. It's also one of the (few) things Dan/Daddy does. (Go ahead and judge... the housework in this house is NOT equally divided. Now it will be even less so.)
I think there's some kind of "man conspiracy" going on.

3. When I am sitting in the car waiting to pick up the boy from school, I can hear the afternoon announcements on the intercom. Yesterday, this is what I heard:
"Could a custodian please come to the hall by the Music Room? We have a blood spill."
Mercy.
Middle School is a rough place. I know it could have been a nosebleed or a cut hand or any number of non-violent injuries. But, I am the mom of a 12 year-old boy... My mind just goes there.
What's High School gonna be like? Severed limbs?

4. I took the boy to look at Halloween costumes yesterday. For the first time in 10 years, he has no clue what he wants to be on October 31st. We thought walking around in the Halloween store would give him some ideas. Well. Let me just tell you. If you haven't been to a costume store in a while, get ready. It gave him more than ideas... it gave him an adult education. It gave me a headache.
When did Halloween turn into a Playboy Bunny fashion show?
It was one of those moments I pray and thank God for giving me a boy.
I will take fake teeth and scary masks any day over "Sexy Cinderella" and "Show Your Hiney Alice In Wonderland."

Can't we all just get back to the true meaning of the holiday?