I’m home. For a couple days. No rest for this royalty. I leave for Philadelphia tomorrow. (Go Phillies!) Tonight we’re just hanging in, handing out candy to all the kiddies, and trying not to get shot, because apparently we now live in the ghet-to, what with all the shootings in the neighborhood, recently. I am running oodles of loads of laundry while scrambling to stay on top of work.
And I am trying not to think about how I am going to miss The Funasaurus and my book club and my own bed. On the other hand, it will be fun to see my grandmother and other assorted friends and family, not to mention the gorgeous leaves. If there are any left. After that last storm, I just don’t know. There are leaves left here in Colorado. It was in the 70s today. And you wonder why I am reluctant to leave.
This is the first year in many years that I have not dressed up to go out for Halloween. It’s kind of sad, although it is quite hard to top our Kermit and Piggy year. We’re getting too old to have fun. I know this is true not just because we’re lame-ish this holiday season, but because one of our friends (who went to school with The Funasaurus) has gout. GOUT. Like what you imagine 80-year-old men with long ear hair getting.
At least there will be trick-or-treaters tonight to remind us of our youth. Ah, youngins. With all their costume-making energy. Those were the days. Pass the wine, time to start pickling myself.
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Gout? Like King Henry VIII??
I hear wine cures that.
John's dad gets gout. He can't eat mushrooms and drink certain beers and drink certain wines. Down with being old!!
Have a great trip!!!! :)
Loved Kermit and Piggie!
Henry VIII is totally who I thought of, too.
Good luck with all the ghetto laundry.
I understand..I spent the evening handing out candy then fell asleep at 9:30..good times...
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