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2007-10-28 - 4:22 p.m. GOT FREAKY LAST NIGHT
The Boy and I went to The Edge last night and spent a good six hours being spooky. My outfit was a bit of a departure, as I decided it was too cold for my gauzy, stretchy dress. Ok, I also have a shameful pot belly which is terribly unsexy, and I did not wish to look like a busted can of biscuits. I might be dead, but I will NOT be dead AND unfortunately dressed. I'm not sure if it's my contacts, or the proboscis monkey look I have going on here which is most horrifying to the clientelle. Whichever it is, it is very effective. WILDLY unflattering, but very effective! We had a lot of fun, scared the beewillikers out of a lot of people, and met up with only a few assclowns. One particularly matronly sack of cream filling felt the need to get all neck-weavy on me because I spoke to her husband. Yes, *spoke* to her husband. I gave her a flat stare and told her that her rotating neck was indeed spooky, and asked her "Please, don't eat me." She no likey. :) Work that neck, you hulking slab of mediocrity. Sheesh. Tonight is Jack-O-Lantern carving night. I'm worried...I'm always worried. The Boy wants to carve his own, is why, and, well, I'm a "worst case scenario" girl. That means my mind goes first to that over-eager slip of the too-hasty knife, the laying open of the 12 year old hand, and the ensuing trip to the emergency room. If our gourds are spectacular, I'll post apic. If they're hilariously ugly, I'll ALSO post apic. If they're middle-of-the-road, I'll blame the kids. :). Addendum: The Jack-O- lanterns came out JUST fine! The little one had a pumpkin-gut fiesta, up to her elbows in goo. I keep finding a pumpkin seed stuck to the bottom of my foot. I'm gonna toast them there seeds. Well, not the foot ones. I never did get that tool I needed...the tiny pumpkin saw...but we managed just fine with our kitchen knives, and nobody lost any blood. All in all, a great night! Witness our handiwork!.
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