I don't know if I'll actually get to post this...

seeing as I'm not actually sure I'll get to even create this post.

I sat down 30 seconds ago, armed with exactly what I was going to write. Chris is off for a haircut, my dad should be over to visit soon, and the other humans (as I will acknowledge them at this moment before they start turning into aliens with their out-of-this-world shrieking and screaming) were actually playing. I was going to nab 3 minutes. I figured I could probably get that long to sit here and create a post.

30 seconds into it, meaning I logged into Blogger and pushed the "New Post" button, and the peace ended. Screaming, hair pulling, tears, anguished and accusatory cries reverberated off the walls and bounced like a super ball off my ear drums. Chaos ensued and I am typing through it. This has turned from past tense to present as I type through the leg tugging (shook one off) and the whining (little elbow flick). "Don't get tears on the new floor!"

But, I'm still writing.... It's subsiding. The quiet is overwhelming. I have but one person to thank, and it's not someone I'm proud of. Please don't judge me by the company I keep.

Dora, thank you. You usually are not on at this time in my house, but for some reason we forgot about you what with all of the playing we were doing until the aliens reentered certain bodies. Thank you. Your voice must be an alien exorcism.

Anyways, Happy Halloween. I'm sure there will be costume posts to come, hopefully I don't need Dora's help again.