Last night’s Halloween party was a blast! We watched Jonas play all sorts of silly games and win little prizes, had a costume parade, and chatted with friends. Jonas went as Spiderman and Maggie went as a ladybug.

They had a few games of guess the weight of the pumpkin and how many M&Ms are in the jar too. I checked out the pumpkin, gave it a good look, compare it’s size to the size of the child in my arms, and decided that it probably weighed as much as Jonas does, so I wrote down 33.5 lbs. Later that evening, my friend Crystal and I were chatting when they started to announce the winner. They said that the winner had guessed the weight exactly, and my ears perked up, being one who had guessed a more specific weight. Then they said the pumpkin weighed 33.5 lbs. By the time they had gotten the first half of the number out I was smacking my friend’s arm and jumping up and down, because I really am that ditzy.

I won the pumpkin. All 33.5 lbs. Mine. All. Mine. Woo-hoo!

I had Chris carry it out to the car for me, but when we got out there I decided we should get a picture of me with my prize. I heaved the gigantic vegetable up and smiled pretty for the camera.

After have the picture taken, I squatted ever so gently down and heard the distinct sound of ripping fabric coming from my thighs. I bent over, and much to my consternation discovered that I did, indeed, rip my pants, right on the inside of the thigh, right out in public. How are the mighty fallen.

Now I will admit these jeans were on their way out, but I fully expected a knee blowout before I had a thigh blowout. This did, unfortunately, prove my theory that, although I have lost six lbs, my thighs are larger. Is this information slowing the rate at which I am inhaling Jonas’ Halloween candy? Not so much. And the holidays are right around the corner! I might as well slather myself in gravy.

Signing off for now,

Thunder Thighs