Majority of people at the office are dressed in costumes today.
One guy who normally looks like Santa (because, grey beard and jelly belly) is dressed like a wizard and is walking around with wand in hand saying “lumos” to everybody. The receptionist is a pirate. The’s a guy dressed like a gargoyle or something. The company president is dressed like a nun and is walking around handing out candy to everybody.
I’m a consultant so I didn’t get the memo. Bullet dodged. 
Change of plans for dindin. The Pubic Sto’ has shrimpies on sale! So when I took the old monitor to recycle heaven, I swung by the Pubic Sto’ and got three pounds of steamed jumbo shrimpies. I had them steamed in Cajun seasonin’. I’m thinkin’ rice pilaf and peas 'n carrots as sides. 'Twill be an easy and yummy dindin!
My father’s and younger brother’s graves are six graves past Giant Jesus. One cannot miss Giant Jesus so I’ve never had a problem findin’ their grave sites. Giant Jesus points the way! Giant Jesus.
You missed the obligatory link about magic grits.
I’m wearing a normal Oxford shirt, with a couple of buttons undone, Tony Manero-like. My ‘undershirt’ is my Under Armour Spiderman fitted shirt. I’m just a photographer for the local paper. 
My father’s sister is buried with her husband’s family, as is Tradition. That means she’s back-to-back with our family 
and two mausoleums away from a different branch of the family. Makes visiting everybody real easy!
Taking the cat to the vet was an adventure I don’t care to repeat.
Getting him in the box is easy. I almost got lost again but realized my mistake and made it on time.
The vet hospital is expanding, under construction, and there is no place to park. So I had to park out back with the construction vehicles.
He did fine at the vet’s. He was being his friendly self, and weighed in at 14 pounds of muscle.
Everything was good until we tried to put him back into the carrier. It wasn’t too bad but he made it very clear he did not want to go back into the box. Drive home he cried the whole way. I stopped at Roy Rogers to get some burgers on the way. I get home, park, try to call Sah-son to help me carry him in and no answer. So I resign myself to having to carry the cat, and the bag of burgers, and the folder when I get the smell. Oh the smell. Poor kitty got diarrhea in the carrier. The smell was enough to knock me out and now the bottom of the carrier is getting soggy. So I get him to the house and set the carrier on the porch. I put an old towel down o the floor and bring the carrier in and open it. If I had been thinking I would have grabbed the kitty and put him right into the sink. Instead I let him jump out and he flicked his tail flinging shit everywhere. The cat is upset, Sah-son is gagging, and now the dog wants to play let’s-stand-at-the-door-do-I-want-to-go-out-or-not? Sah-son forgot to close his bedroom door and the cat runs right in there, setting Sah-son off that there is cat shit in his room.So he gets the mop and mops his room, I mop the kitchen, grab the cat and throw him in the sink and hold him with one hand while I spray his ass and tail with the other and you can be sure kitty is not happy about being held in the sink while his ass is being sprayed.
Then I have to change my shirt.
So, the cat is stalking around with a wet ass and tail, and is obviously quite mad at me, my son is mad at me, my food is cold, and then my niece calls to tell me she is taking over Sah-son’s bedroom and they need is to come get everything out ASAP. WTF?
Now I get to work on the Java problem.
So, are you calling doggio and me, and other Mumper Whovians, 'childish? Hmmmm? :dubious:
rockin’, I take it that Airman and the Sprog don’t do grits? 
As for the leftover London broil for supper: tacos, pizza or a casserole.
metal mouse, congrats to you and your team for the silver!
I don’t know if or how many ToTers I’ll get, as this is my first year here. I bought a bag of Hershey bars and a whole mess of stickers, so I’m prepared for up to fifty. I never had them at my old place, as the complex was all one BR units, so rarely were there children living there. Not only that, there were only four units to a building and two of them were upstairs. Not good for trick or treating at all. 
My mom’s ashes are buried next to two of my brothers and in the same cemetery as my paternal grandparents and my dad’s brother, Mom’s sister (married to Dad’s brother) and several other relatives. Mom’s family is more spread out, but my grandparents are buried in a small country cemetery beside three of their 14 children and a few rows over from another child and grandchild. My parent’s headstone has all of us kids listed on the back, so I figure that will serve as my monument, since I plan to go to the body farm or be cremated and scattered over the Great Smokey Mountains.
I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
Haven’t read - I think we’re about to go get something to eat because it’s been a long time since breakfast. More later. Exhausted now. Back to the grind tomorrow. ugh.
HI Moooommmm!!! Welcome Home.
Welcome home Moooooom! Everybody seemed very worried about you last week, but I knew you were fine. 
Hour anna half left of work, then I gotta stop home to change and pick stuff up before heading over to a friend’s house to bleach her hair in preparation for dyeing it crazy colors tomorrow. Then back home because it’s my night to cook dinner. Maybe I’ll watch some kind of spooky movie after that, but probably not. I might get up the energy to go to the Samhain Ritual for Heathens after dinner, but if I’m already changing into crappy clothes for hair-bleaching, I sincerely doubt I’ll want to get real-dressed again to go somewhere.
Welcome back FCM!
Yay for silver MetalMouse
Cat is back to being cuddly, Sah-son got Java to work on his computer - finally, since we had tried it on both. So his assignments are done.
I’m taking a nap before irk.
I have ground beef in the fridge that should be used today. I’m taking a nap first anyway.
Howdy Y’all! Da cave is dusted and vacuumed. Go Me! I also swept off and hosed down the deck and back porch. Next up will be the makeage of dindin which won’t take long so may even wait until after OYKW gets here. Other than that just another wondrous day of retirement.
Welcome back MOOOOOOM! flytrap was convinced you fell overboard. Plus he refused to use a coaster.
Drae when I was irkin’, once I got to da cave it was almost impossible to get me back out again so I understand the not wantin’ to get all gussied up to go out after you’re home.
sari ick!
MetalMouse congrats to your team and you for the silver medals!
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How did the shark repellent work?
Is this the big hill that has the glass “windows” that look towards the sea? We always drive by it when we’re there. If ever I’m there again, I will think of your grandmother. 
All in all, I think you have a pretty awesome cat. He lets you do a LOT of things many cats would not put up with. Would love to know if your niece is moving in with you or moving into your son’s old room at your mom’s? Sounds like it was a sorely trying day.
Welcome back! There was some talk of shark repellent and Google Maps. Glad you had a good time. Glad to have you back.
MetalMouse congrats for the silver medals!
is that the kitty that you rescued that you thought youd have to rehome a while back?
It’s the most heavily populated island in Indonesia, if that helps 
? I went there in February, was a nightmare finding out anything about the place online…
I did purchase some sweets for the horde of kids who are clearly audible trick or treating outside as I type, but I doubt any will knock on our door. We don’t decorate, and they tend to just run straight past in a sugar-fuelled frenzy, looking for a better (ie. wealthier looking) target. Besides, there are no lights on downstairs.
I’m not 100% sure where my all grandparents are buried; I do know my cousins on my Dad’s side (who are very religious and live in Australia) are somewhat miffed about our shared grandparents though. Great-Grandma (a terrifying old dragon by all accounts, who died at 99) had four offspring; three girls, none of whom ever married (none ever even dated, so far as anyone’s aware), and one boy, my Granddad. One of the girls was the first to die, at which point they bought three double plots for Great-Grandma, the girls, and my Grandparents. Unfortunately, they didn’t die in the planned order, and every time the survivors just went for the cheapest option of sticking 'em in whichever grave was already part full. Long story short, my Granddad wound up buried with his Mum, and my Grandma, who married into the family, wound up sharing a grave with her Sister-in-Law.
My Grandpa on the other side is in the scary family churchyard; scary, because there aren’t nearly as many surnames as there should be; every grave is labelled either "Here lies Bob X, and his wife Sarah X (nee Y), or Bob Y and his wife Sarah Y (nee X), with the odd double-barrelled Bob or Sarah X-Y thrown in for good measure. First time I went there with the Bro for a family event, I sidled over to him part way in and asked if he’d mind just checking how many toes I had… Turns out that side of the family doesn’t have a tree, just a stick.
Anyway, I’m off to juggling club, hope the sugar-fuelled monsters are mostly off the road by now, getting home from work was like dodgems.
Oh shit!
::Hurriedly puts coaster under drink::
Ummm, Welcome home! We missed you.
pssst! language
OK, semi-caught up. We’ve unpacked, taken all the dirties down to the laundry room, stowed the luggage, and had a late lunch. Taz is being a pest - he really *really *needs to be around people, so he was a mess while we were gone. Next time, we need to either board him or find someone to stay at our house. Fortunately, our next trip is next year. So, who wants to vacation in Southern Merrylande next Nov/Dec?? 
It was great getting away with my sweetie, but much of the cruise was disappointing. We enjoyed Charleston and the horse (mule) drawn carriage ride - our guide was really great. In Port Canaveral, we saw our daughter and FCD’s folks and had lunch at Sonny’s. We had decided not to get off the ship in Miami, but we did some hot-tubbing that day. Nassau - at least near the port - was a dirty, ratty-looking place. We had no interest in shopping and there wasn’t much of anything to see, so we returned to the ship pretty quick.
Unfortunately, the weather was too rough to permit tendering, so instead of going to Coco Cay, we stayed in Nassau. We didn’t bother getting off the ship the next day, then there were 2 days at sea coming home. So we only debarked 3 times. One of the highlights was last night when we were on deck as we crossed the Bay-Bridge/Tunnel into the Chesapeake Bay.
I kept a trip diary, and I’ll put some excerpts on FB. Summary - It was a nice time with my sweetie, but we’re both glad to be home where we have a reasonable sized shower and a comfy bed that doesn’t try to toss us out.
I don’t think I got 5 hours of sleep last night. And we don’t do Halloween here, so we’ll draw the blinds, turn out the lights, and I’ll go to bed early.
Oh, and **FCD **is buying my brother’s Boxster. Boys and their toys…
Happy Moanday.
Dindin has been ingested. Not too shabby if’n I do say so myself. Anywho, dishes are all done and chillage ensues. No candy beggars will be here as we will be hidden in the back part of da cave as is our usual wont.
MOOOOOOM we refer to it as Nasty Nassau cause, well, it just is. You missed nuttin’. Glad y’all had a good time with each other. Now go give your full attention to Taz.