Halloween is Phil's favorite holiday. FAVORITE! He is a die hard halloween fan. He gets all dressed up and decorates and scares the crap out of all the neighborhood kids, pulls pranks and raises hell after the sun sets. He loves it.
I like Halloween alright, its not my favorite holiday, but I like it.
So Phil is really in down in the dumps about us being flat broke so I want him to have a wonderful Halloween. I was poking him about what we were going to be and what candy to get and whats bars we would go to. I was expecting some enthusiasm...His reaction: "Whats the point now? Its a few days away and we dont have any money for costumes or candy or the bar"...Something about the way he says things makes me feel guilty. Like its my fault we are broke. I know he doesnt mean to make me feel like that. But I do.
So I was trying to think of how I can make his Halloween fantastic...pretty much the only way was to take a pay advance. I borrowed $150.00 against our business so that I could put together some costumes, buy candy and take him to the bar to get good and shnockered.
It was definitly foolish of me to do, but sweet right? So Phil's been asking why ive been putting more hours in than usual. I dont really answer I just say "What? You hate watching Remington that much?". He says "No of course not". I continue to work and he shuts up and plays with our baby. Hehehehe...
Ill put a smile on his face if it kills me.
