Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Witch for a Day

Hi! Remember me? I’m the kid who had a report due on space….

(No? Anyone? ...Bueller? ...Bueller?)

So yeah, I’ve been busy. The Funasaurus was out of town last week, but I didn’t get lonely, oh no, for his sister and her boyfriend are currently living with us.

Fortunately, they are very nice and we all get along well and laugh a lot. Unfortunately, The Funasaurus’ sister has some princess-esque tendencies, herself. And, well. I am used to being the only princess in the house. So sometimes there are disagreements over who is more lazy. Or the exact placement of the trash can. Or whether we should have any vegetables with dinner, ever, at all. (And BTW that’s ME who finally insisted on a few little green beans around last night’s extra meat-y spaghetti! There IS someone in the world who eats less healthily than I do!)

But in the grand scheme of things, we’ve actually been having a fun time together. And Sister’s Boyfriend, from here known as SB, is quite a cook, so there have been some tasty (though veggie-less) dinners in the Funasaurus household, recently.

We also went to the World Series game on Sunday night, which was a lot of fun, though might have perhaps been slightly MORE fun had we not had to watch Boston beat us like the playground bully after our lunch money. Bambino-curse or not.

Today is Halloween, though the temperature high is supposed to be all of 47 degrees. Not that that ever stopped me when I was a kid. Nay, I wore many a princess (oh, like you’re surprised) costume with a big ol’ ski coat underneath. I just figure it was training for my future Norwegian monarchy.

Last year we got six, SIX whole trick-or-treaters, two of whom were parents with their own, separate treat bags. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like parents get to get treats, too. Especially if they don’t dress up. (One dude was holding a motorcycle helmet, which COULD have been a piece of a costume until I looked closely.) You’re too old, man. You are now paying your dues for all the hours you dragged YOUR dad around YOUR neighborhood while you were ringing doorbells dressed as Luke Skywalker for the third year in a row. So this year I am making, “Grow the Fuck Up!” tickets to hand out to any candy-grubbing parents.

Because I fully embrace the spirit of the holiday that way.

Of course, I bought three large bags of candy (Reeces Cups, because those are the aces of Halloween candy, Butterfingers because those are my favorite, and Nerds for the non-chocolate lovers, and also because if you don’t like Nerds then there’s something wrong with you.) for our potential four kids who come by this year.

I’m o.k. with having leftovers.

Happy Halloween!


Diane said...

I have lived in my present home for 12 years and have never yet gotten a trick or treater - more Snickers for me!

Lilycurly said...

Happy Halloween to you too!

If you want to have a funny idea of what to give those teens or parents who come at the door with no costume and still ask for candy, go there:
I couldn't stop laughing, imagining the faces as they look into their bags.

audrey said...

I LOVE your ticket idea for parents. What is up with that? Can't they just steal their kids' candy and be done with it? Or -- better yet -- buy some candy for their own damn selves like the grown-up people they are?

hamiam said...

Amen on the parental moochers of the season...puh-lease!!

you had me snickering a lot with this one, what with all your little asides and all.

meno said...

How about just giving the parents an old screw, indicating "screw you."

Princess in Galoshes said...

Diane- You're right, there ARE some advantages to the lack of trick-or-treaters!

Lilycurly- I couldn't resist, I left her a comment. That's an awesome idea.

Audrey- No kidding, what is the point, except to be an asshat?

Ham- Glad you enjoyed. I think you and I have very similar senses of humor. ;-)

Meno- That is a brilliant idea, and I did actually look around for some screws last night, if only to giggle to myself. Alas, being a princess, I am not very adept at finding tool-y things. I found some purple thumb tacks, that's about as close as I got.

Christie said...

I love your idea about the Grow the Fuck up tickets! I'm going to give those out next year to all those 16 year olds that don't even bother to dress up. If you are that hard up for candy, make a damn effort!