As you all know very well, Ryan is a cantankerous sort of person. I have suspicions that he is getting more ornery as the years pass and I have moments where I drift into a daydream about our future and us growing old together and it is the movie Dennis the Menace.
Usually he reserves holiday-dyspeptic attitude for Christmas but this year he's a special kind of crotchety and he's being rude about Halloween as well. He's being total pumpkin grinch. Or a "grumpkin" if you will. He's all, "Why is there candy corn out already!?" (IS IT REALLY!!! OH MY GOSH!!!) And "Did you seriously already buy candy corn?" (I should have bought stock in candy corn I bought so much candy corn) And "Why is there a bowl of corn on the cob on the coffee table?" (So NO type of corn is appropriate then RYAN?)
So I've devised a way to get him into the Autumn Holiday spirit. Out of niceness and nothing else. If instead it makes him fume then that is entirely his problem because I am just doing this to be nice.
Though I suspect, and so far I have been correct about this, that he will just totally ignore the entire thing and pretend like nothing is happening.
So here's the plan: Every day, starting with September 1st and continuing on until October 31st I will replace one item that Ryan uses daily with one fall or Halloween themed item. Let me explain a little bit better with pictures.
|He sometimes does crossword puzzles or sudoku on the train. This is the only writing implement I left in his bag.|
|His bedside table. I saw him give this one a side eye but he kept his mouth shut. He definitely now knows that something is up though.|
New soap dispenser. For scaring away germs.
To replace his alarm clock. (On the weekend of course, can't have him missing his train and then bothering me all day with his opinions on which neighborhood hooligans we need to watch out for on Halloween in case they get ideas about TP-ing our house. We have one tree.)
For TP-ing our house. It should be easy. We only have one tree.
He likes to snack on peanuts, almonds, etc. and so I always make sure we have some in the house and keep them for him in a special bin in the pantry. I could remove them and just put this in the bin.
P.S. Don't feel too bad for Ryan, I make him loads of tacos and cookies to make up for my absurdity. It's an unspoken agreement but I'm pretty sure he's fine with it.