Booed

There's a tradition in the suburbs. One I hadn't encountered until the first year we lived in our current home. It's called "booing" and magically one day a cute Halloween bucket/bag shows up on our darkened doorstep, filled with fun Halloween treats. Candy, toys and trinkets. It also contains instructions to "pay it forward" and do the same to two other homes. We also have to hang the provided sign in our front window, so we won't get booed again. Pretty soon, every house on the block has a ghost in the front window.

This year was no different. About a week ago, the doorbell rang after dark, the kids ran to answer it, and there on the porch was a bag full of goodies, instructions, and our ghost. We dutifully hung it in the front window:


Tonight we got home from dinner to find this on the front stoop:


This has to be my favorite "booing" of all time.

First of all, I love a homemade gift. I love the homemade, non commercial feel to this whole presentation.

Secondly, I'm loving the treats. A container of pretzels and cheese, a box of raisins, and a wrinkly pack of fruit snacks that have clearly been at the bottom of mom's purse for at least a month. I agree - who needs sugar when you can have a more sensible snack?

Third, the smiley faces at the top of the paper seem to be happy that we've been booed. However, the faces at the bottom of the paper seem torn about the situation. One face seems rather "meh" about it, another is frowning, and I'm pretty sure the face at the bottom is mocking us.

Fourth, I love the total disregard for the little ghost in our front window. Actually, come to think of it, I'm guessing that's why the bottom half of our note is so disappointed...

This has had me giggling all night. It's often the less perfect, less polished things that are the most fun.