What they said. Only insert something fresh and witty, which boils down to What They Said.
Something like "This is a wee-beasty-free event" or "Grown up trouble makers are welcome...babysitter referrals on request"
t paranoid
Okay, now I'm worrying that I expressed myself badly and you thought I meant that the other people
weren't
being sufficiently articulate, and you needed to add something more entertaining. Whereas actually I just meant "yeah, what they said. Er. Only let's pretend I had some amusing way of reiterating it, okay?"
is sad. and inarticulate.
eats another piece of Royce chocolate. tastebuds all expire from sheer bliss. makes inchoate sounds of ecstacy. forgets to fret. vaguely contemplates lighting a cigarette and cuddling the box. remembers doesn't smoke. cuddles box anyway.
Oh, gracious no. That wasn't my take at all...if in fact your comment was directed at me.
I just liked the concise way you included what I was thinking...which was agreement with everyone else had said. I just added the 'cute' because it was what I have said on my own Halloween party invitations over the years.
mops brow
eats more chocolate
...
...God, seriously, Royce chocolate? Which is Japanese? Holy
crap,
I have Never Had Better Chocolate In My Life.
This may partly be a temperature thing - it's a perfect consistency to eat here (where it's very fucking hot) in a pretty-much-gooey-truffle-centre kind of way. It comes with a little implement for spearing the melt-as-soon-as-you-touch-'em pieces. And it's...my God. My God. Seriously. It's every cliche of chocolate as intense sensual pleasure EVER. Gah. It probably won't respect me in the morning, but I no longer care.
...God, seriously, Royce chocolate? Which is Japanese? Holy crap, I have Never Had Better Chocolate In My Life.
I ate the very best French pastries of my entire life in Tokyo.
Piece of shit remote is now no longer working for our DVR. *sigh*
I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want a remote made from poo. IJS.
Target has loads of cool Halloween decoratey stuff out now, btw, much of it in the dollar aisle.
Poor little kidlets, missing their daddies!
ETA: I am an ass. Happy birthday erika!
