I’ve already eaten all the halloween candy that was for my son’s preschool party.
Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pops…my addiction. my crack. my waistline.
I haven’t gotten my kids’ halloween costumes yet. I know what thy’re going to be, though! My daughter is going to be a princess (thank to her grandmother’s ability to sew, not mine), and my on is going to be Bob the Builder.
I imagine I’ll have them ready by, oh, the 30th, at least. :eek:
Our little Skeezling is going trick or treating (Damn, that looks funny when you write it out) in a “Sandra Dee” poodle skirt outfit that her mom and grandma have been putting together this week.
So, am I happy for her that we’re gonna take her goody-beggin’ with her little partner in crime from next door? Am I happy that mommy and grammie have found a fun project to do together? Well, yeah, but…
I’m really happy that it gives me an excuse to drag out my old beat-up leather jacket that I’ve worn all of twice since we moved here from cold weather country, years ago. And me and mommy get to belt out Grease tunes like a couple’a karaoke fools on Hallowe’en night.
[sub]Yeah, it really is the little things.[/sub]
I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die…
At least you have a valid reason for having had the candy in your possession in the first place. Where I live, there has never been an oddly attired little person at my door on October 31. Not one, ever. But is there a full bowl of candy just waiting for such an occurrence? You bet! I’m ready for them. And if I end up having to find a way to dispose of those tiny Snickers bars yet again, so be it.
I had that problem last year: living in a large apartment complex, I expected at least a few kids at my door. So I went and bought five: count 'em, five bags of Reese’s peanut butter cups in preparation.
Got nary a kid.
Ended up eating peanut butter cups for the next six months. Oh, my waist.
My job is b o r i n g and in response, my work ethic seems to have gone out the window.
::resolving to get a task list together directly after pressing the Submit Reply button::
I fart in candle stores.
I bottle my own toilet water.
I failed to write a thank you note (yet, but I will!) for a very delightful book that showed up in my mailbox completely unexpectedly.
And since I hate cryptic posts, I will add that the sender of the book was Shirley Ujest, so this thread was a perfect opportunity to make this confession!
My cat’s breath…
Never mind.
Hrrm, I need to catch up in my lab notebook (if my boss is reading this I have hidden my notebook where NOBODY can find it :/)
Sell my old car (anyone want a 92 Escort with 62k miles on it?)
Finish my gradschool applications…
Clean my apt
Never mind that whole stack of things to do like, meet a cute girl, finish writing those novels I started… sell the short stories I HAVE written, finish those sketches I started… Fix my computer
I want a puppy.
I ate the last cookie.
I plan on sitting by my front porch step, and scaring the bajeezus out of small children as they reach for the bucket of candy with the sign “Please take one!”.
Ghillie suits are such fun, 'specially on Halloween.
Tripler
I don’t feel guilty one damn bit.
I stole the cookie from the cookie jar
I lust too often
i bought lindt holloween truffles and i’m eating them all by my self.
me, me, me; mine, mine, mine.