"the worst Halloween ever!"

I must say, I was quite surprised to wake up this morning and NOT see snow. I mean, come on...it can't be Halloween without snow. Well folks it is, and although there is no sign of the powdery fluff yet, there are gale force winds trying to push some off the mountains for us. Thanks Mother Nature! What would I do without you?

My daughter declared this "the worst Halloween ever!" in a very dramatic tone this morning and it wasn't even 9:00 a.m. Wonder if it's because there's no snow? Like it somehow has thrown off the Universe and so now Halloween is ruined? She may be on to something here. Given the fact that technically, for her, Halloween had just started it seems unlikely she could've already proclaimed it as "the worst Halloween ever!" but maybe she's psychic? Wonder how old you have to be to work as a telephone psychic. I think she'd be good at that.

Ring, Ring
"Hello?"
"Yeah, this is Bob. I want to know what's in my fewcha."
"What's a fewcha?"
"Aren't ya 'sposed to be seyekick or sumpin?"
"No, I'm not. I'm the mother of the psychic. Let me ask her." (aside) "Honey, Bob wants to know what's in his fewcha."--"It's the worst Halloween ever!!" (said in only the way she can--a.k.a. very dramatic)
"Did ya hear that Bob? The almighty seeing one says it will be the worst Halloween ever. Maybe you should stock up on PayDay's and Reese's cups."
"Wow. Okay, thanks!"

This could work...

For now I do know it will be "the worst Halloween ever!" if my son's "Ghastly Goul with Red Light-up Eyes" costume doesn't get here today. Damn Lillian Vernon. I ordered this thing on Oct. 20th thinking there was more than enough time for it to process, ship, and arrive. Oh ho, not so, says the little fly. Apparently if you order the HALLOWEEN costume on Oct. 20th it's guaranteed to get to you in Nov. Great...this should be a fun Thanksgiving. So now my true to the saying Virgo son is about to have a major freak out/bum out session if that costume doesn't show up on my doorstep before the school Halloween party and I'm worried that this will indeed be "the worst Halloween ever!" for all parties involved. Not only will I have miss Drama Queen telling everyone she meets how much this day sucks, but my son will eagerly be nodding and lamenting about how Lillian Vernon is a hack who can't follow through. All the while my head will be spinning from the constant chatter and "ding, dong" of the door bell. I wonder if this is why my husband seems to "hide" from people. All this time I just thought he was anti-social. Maybe he's smart. ssshhh...don't tell him I said that.