If you live in a heavily child-populated suburb, you are probably familiar with the tradition of getting Boo’d. It’s where a family prepares Halloween goodies and doorbell ditches another family, leaving the treats behind. Along with the goodies is an instruction sheet and a sign to hang on the door, letting others know that your house has already been hit. The house that has been Boo’d must do the same to two more homes, thus involving the whole area. Our neighborhood takes all things Halloween very seriously, and this game is no exception.
My family is not the most popular in our very tight knit, conservative ‘hood. I tend keep to myself and let my children run around like animals in our not-so-private back yard. Our lawn is an embarrassment, I take way too long to bring in the trash cans and there has been a popped out screen window sitting on my front grass for weeks. We’re just a bit… different and I know it drives the neighbors crazy.
Last night, our doorbell rang just before nine. The kids bolted down from their rooms and I let them peek out, sure we had just been Boo’d. Indeed, we had. The basket waiting for us was more than impressive— glow sticks, brownies, books, arts and crafts, the works… While the kids were tearing out the candy and battery operated toys, Jeff noticed that there was also a bottle of wine tucked in. Really, I asked, from the computer? That’s kind of odd, but sweeeeeet!
Later, as I was putting the rest of the contents away, I read the wine label:
I believe this takes getting Boo’d to a whole new level.
And I do believe my neighbors are a bit cooler than I thought.