Neighbor is dressed as Supes. With two Superman dogs in costume. One has a cape! OMG, stop chatting and come to my house!!!
'Heart Of Gold'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
No kids here. My hairdresser appreciated my attempt at fancy makeup and my tiara. Then as my hair was getting colored we both walked next door to the candy shop and bought some treats. Only on Halloween would I be willing to walk about with goop in my hair and a sexy salon cape.
I think I've taken dating fail to a whole new level by getting stood up on Halloween.
What do we think are the chances of doing those anti-gay "therapies" backwards and MAKING me dig ladies? I'm always much more popular in girltown.
I can hear the kids but they are all walking past my house, despite the multiple jack o'lanterns and the porch light being on. Oh well. Their loss.
I worried about earlier groups skipping my house. Now it's fine because I am running out of candy. And the totally adorable tiny ones are almost done.
That poor Hello Kitty who can't have candy...I'm about ready to cry for her. She should come over here, i'm handing out snack packs of pretzels shaped like airplanes. No one seems to have realized yet that they didn't get candy. One of my friends has a kid with a severe peanut allergy. She has to confiscate the entire stash and separate out what of his haul he can actually keep and it's usually very very small. I went with pretzels and plain m&ms this year so as not accidentally deprive and peanut allergic kids. Then realized that in Portland more kids are probably gluten-free than peanut-free. Oh well, they can trade the pretzels away at lunch or something.
Yeah, it's all about the tinys. The teens that come by around 9 pm aren't as much fun.
It's 7:20 here. The family I was waiting for has come and gone, I'm getting ready to leave the rest of the bowl on the front porch and go over to a coworker's house for adult beverages, pizza, and scary movies.
Then realized that in Portland more kids are probably gluten-free than peanut-free.
I find that line hilarious.
Whoa, I got schooled. Girl appeared to be a cat. I complimented her. "I'm a dog." So I replied, "Excellent dog."
Get down with your self-identifying bad self, tiny girl.