Trick or Treat
Imah came to me yesterday evening and told me "I’m not going to fight it. People are going to come to the door. I’m going to give them treats."
That last sentence I had to pry out of her. My mood being pretty darn PMS-y, I sort of lost my temper. I see now that I overreacted. Usually, I merely find trick-or-treaters annoying. We leave our light off, ignore their insistent knocks, and go on with our lives.
Now, Imah wants to celebrate Halloween by giving out treats. This abrupt decision stunned me. This is not her! She would have flipped out if I had ever suggested going out on a Halloween–let alone go trick-or-treating.
It’s really driving me crazy. I’d ask, but she isn’t a person one can really talk to. She’s made her decision. I’ll be blockading myself in my room upstairs…listening to an audiobook with my headphones.
What I find interesting is that Imah says she doesn’t want to be the village grinch. (I, for one, have no problem being one.) Maybe that’s because she now lives where she works. I don’t know. I don’t understand it. She’s not exactly Little Miss Sunshine.
If you’re walking down the street with a smile on your face, she’d either comment that you look like a crazy person or tell you you’d better wipe off that smile before the wrong kind of guy thinks you’re flirting.
Oh joy. I can’t wait for our argument about Christmas. Fortunately, I (the Great Mastermind), got the family to agree to celebrating Thanksgiving at our place and then Christmas at my brother’s.
Sorry. Life has me confused enough as it is. I need some boundaries. Having a menorah in one corner of the house and a Christmas tree in the other is just too much. I won’t have it. I won’t!
Ranting done, I think I’ve effectively diffused the yearly Christmas argument with Imah by my current arrangements.
Still… I could really use some anti-PMS. Big time.
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