I was woken up by the puppies this morning bright and early. VERY EARLY. I commenced my usual mental grumblings as I dragged my exhausted behind out of bed and immediately began plotting ways I could sleep for fifteen minutes longer! Then, the mommy came out and gave me a hug good morning before she took off to work. We talked for a few minutes when a thought hit me . . . TODAY, [Nay, TONIGHT!] is the church trunk-or-treat! [For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of trunk-or-treat, it is the practice of crazy people decorating their cars and dressing up. The crazy people park said decorated cars so the trunks all face the inside of the circle. The crazy people pop their decorated trunks and sit/stand by their open trunks while cute little children who are dressed in Halloween costumes trick-or-treat from the safety of the popped-trunk-car-circle!] So in a nutshell, tonight is the night and neither little bro or I have costumes prepared! To top it off, my car looks in every way as if a homeless hobo has been renting it from me for several months and forgot what a trash receptacle is.
(Trunk-Or-Treat in full fledged glory!)
I began to demand from poor mom where her previously used "laboratory coat" previously used for her preschoolers to dress up in could be!
The master plan here is that little bro, mom and I all dress up in hospital-esq gear. Mom has scrubs from previous occasions so she will naturally be the surgeon. I will wear the laboratory coat and be a specialist or some hot shot who delivers dying patients the news they have four seconds to live. Little bro will be our unfortunate patient, he will barely squeak pass "no fake blood please" rule. I have had all this planned in my elaborate little head for months, [don't even get me started on how I imagined our AWESOME trunk would/should be decorated like an exam/operating room!] but have I made any efforts towards these elaborate plans? Of course not! Why would one assume I would be so responsible as to plan ahead?
Mom told me the coat may be in our garage. This is where I cue the music that goes "DUN-DUN-DUN!!" in a really dramatic tone. I don't like garages. Especially at 6:50 in the morning. None the less, I hiked up my britches [basketball shorts] like a big girl and went out to search for my laboratory coat!
The SECOND I stepped out into the dreaded garage, I almost ran back in! IT WAS SOOO COLD!
But let it be no that I am no chicken! I braved the deadly cold and persevered! The lab coat was soon within my close-to-death-by-Texan-morning-chill hands!
THEN a brainwave hit me! A glorious big sister brainwave! It is cold, yes? Young boys like hot chocolate, yes? Starbucks is open SUPER early, yes? I am going to surprise little bro with a glorious HOT treat this morning! The delicious and amazing Salted Carmel Hot Chocolate from STARBUCKS!
This is the moment my evil grin spread across my face and I started to very much resemble The Grinch.
After all . . . I ask you, who wouldn't love to wake up to THIS? I am so very excited to buy this for little bro on the way to school!
The only glitch in this little brainwave of mine will be waking up a semi-comatose sleeping tweenager and golden retriever earlier than usual without an audible explanation. Wish me luck! May the force be with me, I may need it!I hope all have a FANTABULOUS pre-trunk-or-treat day!
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