Well, when you're newly married, you can't always get along. Tonight was one of those nights. I got frustrated with dinner and in a hormonal fit of mini-rage I walked away from dinner (in addition to slamming down the skillet and making a mess of noodles all over the stove top.) Matt made a comment that hurt my feelings so I told him I was going to take a walk around the neighborhood.
When I got back home he was not there. The front porch light was on, because it was dark out and the two of us were wandering around the neighborhood. Well, it was also halloween, and the front porch light let all of the trick-or-treaters know that they could get candy at our house. So, the doorbell rings and I hear this little voice say, "trick or treat?!" Oh no. I opened the door and said, "hey buddy! I can't find my husband and I can't find the candy. Give me just a second to see if I can find it." Sampson entertained the boy while I raced around the house looking for our one bag of halloween candy. Any candy! Nothing... I had to go to the poor little trick-or-treater on our first halloween as a married couple and tell him that I did not have any candy for him. I said, "I'm sorry buddy, I can't find the candy," as his mom hollers from the street, "come on sweetheart, it's okay." Sigh, haha. Matt came home shortly after carrying the bag of candy. We didn't get any more trick-or-treaters.
**Update! We found my retainer while cleaning house this morning. My cats were not to blame. I had set it on top of a seldom-used barstool. I left a message with the ortho hoping they can cancel the new one. We'll see!**
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