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Date Posted: 11/ 1/05 5:02pm
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Wolf
's message, "Re: Wolf" on 11/ 1/05 4:47pm
>I got up around 11ish and ate and did a couple of
>other things and then I was back to sleep by noon. lol
> I love Halloween parties.
Listen to this (written by a close friend of mine, about her Halloween schedueal):
"Usually, when the first lot of kiddies show up around 6 PM, I start by giving them 2 or 3 pieces each because I'm not sure how many children will come calling and I don't want to run out.
By 7 PM, I have ::clearing throat:: "sampled" each and every item that I'm offering. [To check for quality control of course. I wouldn't want to be known for giving out stale sweets.]
By 8 PM, I have traded candy with my neighbors. They always buy chocolate bars. Me, I buy whatever looks interesting while I'm out shopping. This year, I have added gummy eyeballs to my smorgasbord. Gross, but cute. Had to have them.
By 8:30 PM, I have begun offering candy to the (often weary) parents who trail behind their excited tots. This year, I'm thinking of offering them Red Bull high octane energy drink instead.
By 9 PM, the flow of kids starts to slow down and I begin offering entire bags of sweets to my neighbors to hand out to the children. Or for their own consumption. I don't care. Just get it away from me.
By 10 PM, I have increased distribution to 6-8 pieces per trick-or-treater. I swear to you, some kids change costumes and come back to my door again later in the evening just because they know my routine.
By 11 PM, the last child -- usually a teenager -- shows up on my porch. I take the entire candy basket and dump it into his or her pillowcase. I also offer them my hand truck to help them get the pillowcase home.
Finally, it's Midnight. The witching hour.
I have unwillingly made the full transformation to candy junkie, and there is a tell tale wrapper trail in the entrance hall to prove it.
My fingernails have grown long and sharp. [The better to tear the packaging open with.] My complexion has turned a pale, yet distinctive shade of green. [A sure sign of stomach upset.] My head has become a wild tangle of hair and wrapper bits. I'm shaking. I can't think straight. I have enough energy to run a marathon, and so I inevitably decide that it's the ideal time to regorganize the entire house, right down to the silverware drawer. [Oooo! A hard boiled egg slicer! I never knew I owned one of these!]
I won't be able to sleep for the next three days until the sugar high wears off. My cats will look at me strangely as I walk around mumbling nonsense due to sheer exhaustion. It won't be pretty.
And neither will I.
I will curse the discovery of sugar cane and all those who dare to temp me with it.
Until next Halloween, of course."
LMAO!
>So, Miss Bookworm, how long will you
>be in London, before you jet off to your next exotic
>destination?
Probably only a few days. The cruise is going to last about a week, and then I'll be doing "work" in OZ while I'm there, so it all worked out.
>Btw, was Derek or whatever his name is at the party?
>I din't know why I can't remember his name, it's on
>the tip of my tongue, but you know who I mean?
Oh yeah, right. Like you truly, honest to God couldn't remember his name. And yeah. It is Derek.
>What'd he go as?
He was at the party, and he went as a vampire.
>I'm ok. I just finished packing. We're leaving for
>Ireland tomorrow and I'm pretty excited about it,
>because I've never been.
Ah, you'll love it. My aunt has a farm down in Killarney, it's a beautiful countryside, you wouldn't believe it.
Bri
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