.Halloween in E-Town.

Since I am a horrible aunt and have never gone trick-or-treating with any of the kiddos EVER, I decided it was time to make up for lost time and go with them ALL.

Here's our weekend back in good old Elgin.


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.Chicago.
When I get antsy, I always feel a tug towards the City. Something about the tall buildings and bustling traffic that makes me feel slightly more alive. I've had nothing but fun times in Chicago.
This week's potential field-trip? Schubas. If you are ever around Wrigley and need a dose of some serious mac & cheese, this is the place to go. Mac & cheese, you say? Yes. I never knew it could be so heavenly. I'll never love another mac & cheese again. I'll only like it.
Anyway, looks like dinner there Friday night, if I can coax the hubs into it, and then a walk around the city.
I am having a hard time not skipping work for the next 2 days to go there right now.
For those of you who live there, I hope the awe hasn't worn off and that it never does. I think that's why I'm afraid to move there. It might not be magical anymore.

.Bizarre.

My brain does this thing in the night times where it rolls around in my head, blindfolds itself, and digs down deep into it's own depths to bring forth the most random thing it can find.

And then I get stuck on that random thing until I go to bed.

This thought du jour?

"Shame, Shame, Shame.
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more, more more.
There's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door.
He grabbed me by the collar,
He made me pay a dollar,
I don't wanna go to to Mexico no more more more."

We used to play this little hand game in elementary school and as it popped into my head and I sang it quietly to myself (but still audibly) while packing Robbie's lunch, I was struck by it's incredible strangeness.
Not only is it a political, grammatical, and verb tense mess, what the heck does it even mean??

Is the policeman in Mexico? It's hard to not want to go to a place that you are already in. If the policeman is not in Mexico, is he Mexican? It seems wrong to base an entire vacation/business trip choice on one interaction with a person of that race. Is that what the shame is all about in the beginning?
Also, one dollar is not that much money.

Ah, the deep quandaries of life...

Also, cereal tastes different when you eat it out of washed-out plastic butter tubs. I'll have to remember that next time.