The Boy is currently ordering a Superman t-shirt online for Halloween. I convinced him to wear his suit with the t-shirt under it, and when people ask him who he is, to rip open the button down shirt.
That's more or less my costume idea! Except Wonder Woman. And probably no blouse. Apparently I have to buy this crappy $50 costume, which I am annoyed about, but can't find a better option to get the accessories.
Also annoying: Having a bus blow by me when I am literally feet from the bus stop, and not having the next one come for at least a half hour. I really wish I had gotten up my gumption to ask some semi-strangers for a ride. Oh well.
I can't get past level 8
Between that and Pocket Frogs, I think I might be glad I don't have an iPhone.
I just found Ben walking around the house listening to his MP3 and singing along to "My Way," the Sinatra version. Well, all right then.
You know there are a billion levels of Angry Birds, right? And when you get to the golden egg level, you have to often go back and revisit the other levels? AND then they add more.
Angry Birds = evil.
In other news I think I'm making these [link] and [link] for Noah's Halloween party next week. If I can't be the ever-present mom, I can at least bake the coolest stuff.
The first step is admitting you have a problem.
I have a problem with level 20, I tell you what. Die, pigs, die!
How about this, Jesse?
It would have the added virtue of post-Halloween use.
I think I'm making these [link] and [link] for Noah's Halloween party next week.
Those cupcakes are too cute.
I'm back from the Stoop. It was kind of really awesome. 7 people recruited in advance from submissions for a 5-7 minute tale, 3 audience members drawn at random at intermission for a 3 minute story. The audience members
really
knocked it out of the park. Bonus: one was a teacher's assistant bringing a student group from a public school program, as part of a project to put on their own version of the Stoop. Plus the name Duck Acorn Jr.
The hosts were hilarious, as well. Apparently, their first Stoop in a while where one or the other or both weren't pregnant.
Of the 7 pre-planned, only one was surprisingly eh, but she told it with heart and enthusiasm (I think the enthusiasm was what tripped her up, actually.) There was a eyeball donor, uh, removal, specialist; editor for a local paper ; a professor and screenwriter; english teacher and horror writer; a state employee; a haunted house operator and a former history teacher turned cop.
I'd have to say the standouts were the eyeball technician, cop and state employee. Tears to your eyes and belly laughs, sometimes at the same time. Well told and really heartfelt material. Not as well told, but with a haunting loose end was the one from the editor. That one will stick around in my head for a bit ( partly because it speaks to an issue of mine.)
Turns out my friends (and neighbors) have been going to these for years, and one is actually part of Stoop lore.
I wish I could tell a good story. There is one coming in Feb: Gimme Shelter: Stories about finding, creating and losing a home....uh, yeah, speaks to me.
I have a problem with level 20, I tell you what. Die, pigs, die!
I hate when you have the sound on, the noises they make.
