Cheers!

My mamas love Halloween. In fact, they’d probably tell you that it’s their favorite holiday if you were to ask. But you wouldn’t necessarily know it from our house, since they don’t go crazy decorating like some people in the neighborhood, with their yards full of giant inflatable spiders and ghosts, skeletons on tractors, and other scary things. They have only a handful of decorations: a cardboard skeleton attached to the front door, a little witch that hangs from a light fixture, a log painted like a pumpkin that sits on the front steps, a scarecrow, and this pillow that they faithfully trot out every October:

Sure, it’s cute, but I don’t quite understand the Halloween connection. Given the number of times I hear the cocktail shaker around here, it’s not like drinking is a seasonal activity! And that little blue ball stuffed into the back of the love seat, perpetually smiling at nothing in particular? That one seems to be a year-round fixture, just sitting there waiting to be squeezed occasionally. I don’t really get it.

Who knows what Those Two have brewing for this Halloween, but I’ll just try to keep my head down and mind my own business. Keeping a low profile comes naturally to me.