what do ghosts like for dinner?
spook-ghetti and ghoul-ash
what do ghosts like for dinner?
spook-ghetti and ghoul-ash
Too cute! Quiet night- drzzly and cold. ![]()
The rain appears to have stopped - I can see the moon peeking thru the trees. We’ve got all lights off except where we’re watching TV, and the blinds are drawn. That should tell one and all that we’re not giving out goodies, don’cha think?
I just finished some soup. Punkin pie later. Time to knit.
We have specific times when trick or treating happens, Muppet. In the olden days, when I was a trick-or-treater, I think we waited till dusk.
I’m not giving out goodies this year either. Didn’t feel like it for some reason. Maybe next year.
Watching I.Q., which I saw in theaters when it came out, but hadn’t seen since. Cute movie.
Happy Halloween one and all!
GT
Ok, I’m actually wearing makeup. I’ve done this once since I’ve known TVMan. How do people who do this normally remember not to scratch that itch on your nose and not to smear your lipstick onto your chin?
We’re both about halfway ready but the festivities don’t really start until for awhile. So we’ve got some time to kill before we fully dress and start taking pictures.
blurf - I think I overdid it yesterday - I am completely worn out today
As we all prepare for the upcoming Halloween season, please take a few minutes to read these simple rules to help keep everyone safe.
When it appears that you have killed the monster, NEVER check to see if it’s really dead.
Don’t assume the telephone calls are coming from another house.
Never read a book of demon-summoning aloud.
Don’t go into the basement to check the power when the lights go out, especially in your pajamas
If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language which they should not know, shoot them immediately. It will save you a lot of grief in the long run. However, it will probably take several rounds to kill them, so be prepared. This also applies to kids who speak with somebody else’s voice.
When you have the benefit of numbers, NEVER split up and go it alone.
As a general rule, don’t solve puzzles that open a portal to Hell.
Never stand in, on, or above a grave, tomb, or crypt. This would apply to any other house of the dead as well.
If you’re searching for something which caused a loud noise and find out that it’s just the cat, don’t stand their sighing with relief, GET THE HELL OUT!
If appliances start operating by themselves, don’t check for short circuits; JUST GET OUT!
Do not take ANYTHING from the dead.
If you find a town which looks deserted, there’s probably a good reason for it. Don’t stop and look around.
If at any time the house or place you’re staying in asks you to get out - DON’T argue.
If you’re running from the monster, expect to trip or fall down at least twice, more if you are of the female persuasion. Also note that, in spite of the fact that you are running and the monster is merely ambling along, it’s still moving fast enough to catch up with you.
If your companions suddenly begin to exhibit uncharacteristic behavior such as hissing, fascination for blood, glowing eyes, increasing hairiness, and so on, kill them immediately.
Stay away from certain geographical locations, some of which are listed here: Amityville, Elm Street, Transylvania, Nilbog (you’re in trouble if you recognize this one), the Bermuda Triangle, or any small town in Maine.
If your car runs out of gas at night on a lonely road, do not go to the nearby deserted-looking house to phone for help. If you think that it is strange because you thought you had 3/4 of a tank, shoot yourself instead. You are going to die anyway, and will most likely be eaten.
Beware of strangers bearing strange tools. For example: chainsaws, staple guns, hedge trimmers, electric carving knives, combines, lawnmowers,butane torches, soldering irons, band saws, or any devices made from deceased companions.
If you find that your house is built upon a cemetery, now is the time to move in with the in-laws. This also applies to houses that had previous inhabitants who went mad or committed suicide or died in some horrible fashion, or had inhabitants who performed satanic practices in your living room.
Doing My Part To Keep You Safe-
Happy Halloween!
Sigh.
Seems like we’re not one a regular route for the kidlets - there’s tons of them cruising the other side of the street, but none on our side. Only one set of trick-or-treaters all evening… I was so excited to see them that they each got two handfuls of treats apiece. 
Unless things change soon-like, it’s looking like I’ll have [del]six[/del] five and three quarter pounds of candy kicking around the house.
Which is exactly what I need, seeing as I need to squeeze into that dress in less than a month. :smack:
Work was insane as usual. Canes were crushed. Back to work at 0600 tomorrow.
Muppet, I’ll take your candy.
BooFae, great cake!
Nava, sorry about the bad connection.
Every time I think of ladies playing WoSW, I think of Marigold.![]()
FCM, you dreamed about my dream house!
Whip me, beat me, make me bleed?:eek::D;)
I’m soooooo not going to comment any further. How do you like your pie served? :D:eek:
Well, TVMan and I are back home from an excellent party. We came home a little early to avoid the crazy drunks on the road. I’ll post pictures tomorrow. (Of us, not the crazy drunks.)
Up ridiculously early, because we went to be ridiculously early, then compounded it with the time change. I’ll probably get back in bed when I’m done reading my funnies, especially since there is NOTHING on TV. You’d think with all we spend on cable, including HBO, there would be something other than infomercials or Rosanne reruns.
My peek at the moon last night was fleeting - it’s been raining most of the night, based on what I’d hear when every time I woke up and confirmed by my look at weather radar. It’s supposed to continue today and into tomorrow morning. Does not bode well for getting any leaves off the ground any time soon. bummer.
Think I’ll head back and cuddle with my sweetie. It’s too early to be up and about.
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
Thanks, everyone! The ghosts were made from meringue - whisked egg white with icing sugar whisked in, and then piped into ghostly shapes and baked in a very cool oven for an hour and a half. The first batch came out wrong and I didn’t like them, so I made a second batch. The eyes are little silver balls held on with dots of melted white chocolate.
Had lots of fun at the party last night, we left about 1.30am and I drove us home, 'im indoors went to bed soon afterwards because he’d had a fair bit to drink so I got to spend an hour on my own with a restorative glass of wine. Fun night, and I got a lie-in this morning too.
Today has been dedicated a day of utter slothfulness. I am about to have a soak in the bath then I shall be retiring to the sofa with a good book and probably an old film or two. He’s cooking today so I am guaranteed a day of rest!
It’s wet and windy outside so it’s a perfect day for lazing and I intend to make the most of it.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’.
BioRosie that’s a list worthy of printin’ out and postin’ on the fridge. 
I actually had fun last night at “Trunk or Treat” and the gathering afterwards. Imagine that! We had a guesstimated couple of hundred kiddie types come through at the church which was a lot more than I thought would, so that was good. All the candy got gone. Plus, Hee! At the party, I won the worst costume contest, thanks in part to the Priest. I was wearing a long sleeved pullover shirt that has a blue and gray argyle pattern, jeans and sneaks. Ya know, just a normal casual thing, not a costume. Anywho, he made a comment about the shirt saying he liked it and how original it was I thought to dress as a sock.
Some other ummm… friends heard it and conspired to all vote for me as worst costume. I gotta say, it’s so nice to be so loved! Anywho, I won a pair of night vision goggles which are jake. All and all not a bad evenin’ even if after that I had to still make a casserole to take to brunch today, which I did.
Oh and it’s chilly out! It’s 46 Amurrkin! :eek: So, I have decided on a long sleeved pullover shirt with a red and blue argyle pattern to wear today. 
Up…gotta have breakfast, shower and then it’s off to work. Woo hoo.
I’m getting my Sunday back on Wednesday and then taking a long weekend.
The dogs wouldn’t let me sleep much past 6:15. Blurf. Caffeinating. I’m looking forward to the concert!
Foreigner, Foghat, Blue Oyster Cult, the Doobie Brothers… It should be fun! 
I probably went to a concert like that in my younger, wilder [del]stoned out of my gourd[/del] partyin’ days but don’t remember it. 
Sunday blurfs, y’all.
My hand sticking out of the truck has disappeared until 1 April. Lots of kiddies came by MVFD, but not as many as last year.
Another weekend, and another funeral. Henry, who gave me my fire department baptism, died of cancer this week. This one is real low key.
Oh well. Time for my Sunday morning nap. I have snatch moments of sloth when the opportunity strikes.
Geritol just doesn’t have the same ol’ kick, does it?
Let me just provide you with this public service announcement:
DO NOT eat 3 Taco Bell soft tacos after 1:30 in the morning no matter how hungry you are. You WILL regret it. Hence, I didn’t make it out of bed (for more than 10 minutes) until about 11:00 today.