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Another Halloween Aftermath – Sticky Skeletons

Candy is not the only diabolical treat handed out on Halloween.  My children also received little sticky rubber skeletons.  They’re “great” – you can throw them at the wall and they stick for a few seconds before falling off.  It was all fun and games until Mr. Skeleton was launched towards my vaulted ceiling…

My husband, the kids and I sat there waiting for Mr. Skeleton to come down.  After a few minutes, a leg came off. I figured it was only a matter of time until the rest of him came down, or so we thought.  When we realized he was making a permanent home on our entry way ceiling, it was time for drastic measures.  We threw a whiffle ball, then a nerf ball, then a soccer ball.  The soccer ball only smushed him harder to the ceiling.  We then got out the “tool” we use to change the light bulbs in our vaulted ceiling.  My husband proceeded to drag that along the ceiling, leaving little scrape marks, but still the pesky skeleton wouldn’t budge.  He finally had to get out an extension ladder and climb up and pull the sticky little guy down.

I hope my HUSBAND learned a valuable lesson about throwing things at the ceiling.  What, you thought it was my kids?

What things has your spouse done to make you think they are one of the kids?

I had to use the zoom lens for this one...

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  1. November 1, 2010 at 9:07 pm

    My spouse asks the kids if they have taken a dump. Which they then repeat in public when he isn’t around. Sooo, I taught them to say “Daddy small penis” it hasn’t really deterred him though…

  2. November 2, 2010 at 5:19 am

    Look at the poor skeleton hanging up there all alone. Throw him a companion to keep him company. The can “stick” it out together until one day, most likely Thanksgiving, they will come falling down landing smack dab on top of a dinner guest’s head. As for my husband doing things that make me think he’s one of the kids, oh, dear, far too many to list after 26 almost 27 years.

  3. Amber
    November 2, 2010 at 8:25 am

    If the trail of clothes isn’t enough, then not wiping down the toilet after peeing. Which in turn he blames his son. I didn’t do it honey Nick did.

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