We had a whole-family outing with Paul's family to one of those farm things that gets its Halloween on and charges admission.
I am now exhausted, and with a baby who hasn't had a full-length nap all day.
We have a pumpkin, which we hadn't planned on getting.
The nephew took home the pumpkin I found that looked like a butt. We have all had a good snicker over the Butt Ugly Pumpkin, and discussed if it should be carved, or just placed outside with a thong for modesty.
Other people's babies look weird. They're all the wrong size and shape for my mental template of baby, and most of them have too little hair.
Now I'm picturing clown porn where one of the clowns engages in ever more frentic balloon animal-making.
frentic
frenetic
Yes, this is my Saturday evening: correcting Buffistas' spelling.
Sadly, I looked up the spelling, saw the correct spelling, and forgot to change it.
It's not you, Hecubus. It's that I was the most serious, honest, credulous teenager in the Mountain Time Zone and everybody liked to tell me unbelievable shit, get me all curious, and then yell "Psych!" and laugh.(But you are a tease.)
I think I still halfway expect it.
I thinK I'd be okay with the makeup but probably not balloon animals.
Buffistas has changed me because when the policewoman in "The Job" broke up with the transvestite I wondered if maybe she wasn't harsh.
Coming soon to Faribault, MN: A steak House and jazz club. [link]
Now I'm picturing clown porn where one of the clowns engages in ever more frentic balloon animal-making.
There might've been balloon animals.
Oooh! Look. There's a backlash! Stop Clown Porn Now!
My mom is afraid of clowns...actually I think she's afraid of getting pulled up on stage and a clown was the agent of such an event once.
She would be SO appalled, Hec.
I wanna start the backlash to the backlash: "Be Indifferent to Clown Porn Now!"
Because there just aren't enough angry, passionately indifferent people in the world.