H.A.L.F W.I.T.S.

I knew when I agreed to marry Thad, I was subjecting myself to an unconventional life.  A life of randomness and oddity.  A life of sporadic adventure and unpredictability. 

And I was okay with that.

However, over the last 10 years I thought his tendencies for all that hokey pokey had tamed.

Not so.

On Saturday afternoon we found ourselves with not much going on. The laundry was done, the dishes cleaned. The kids had rested and all the good cartoons had finished. 

I gave Thad the responsibility of selecting a family activity. I left for a short period of time and returned to hear his self promoted "genius" pitch: 

"What if we made cookies and delivered them to people?"

I liked it so far. Getting to know our neighbors. Great.

"And dressed like..."

Oh, no.

"A family of Superheros."

He was serious. He had already designed our coordinating outfits. He had choreographed an entrance, delivery and exit for each house we visited. He had gone so far as to giving us a super family name.

What could I do? I love this man, and he was so excited.

Besides, it kinda sounded like fun. A little humiliating, but fun nonetheless. 

Within 2 hours we pulled together costumes, purchased masks, made aluminum foil accessories and bought gifts for 3 unsuspecting neighbors.

Those poor families were greeted by Thad and given the following message attached to a package of 3 small Superhero water guns:

 

Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood 

H.A.L.F  W.I.T.S. (Heroic Anonymous Loving Family With Infinite Time. Seriously.)

I will say our delivery and intimidation/professionalism was above par. However, our speedy exit was somewhat limited given the obstacle of getting two children in car seats.

Aside from the obvious embarrassment about the whole production, and frightening a 5 year old girl to the point she wouldn't even answer the door, I would say our afternoon was a success.

Even if it was random.

H.A.L.F. W.I.T.S. away!

(Oh, incriminating photos are forthcoming. Keep checking back.)