We totally missed the big night and my poor kids are still in the dark about it. I had to skip it and I feel terrible, terribly guilty, and so homesick. There are just no other Americans here, no one’s door to knock on, and we have no car to drive anywhere. I had a pumpkin, but it was too hard to carve (different type with extra-thick skin). Hubby was away, it was a school night and I had taught eight hours that day. So many excuses. This is bad, very bad.
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