We had maybe 10 trick-or-treaters, which is low for a year with weather like today (50 degrees, not rainy, not windy). So we have a shit-ton of candy left, which can go to Tim's office on Monday. Although, let's be real, I'm going to keep the Reese's pumpkins.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
Natter 78: I might need to watch some Buffy for inspiration
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We had I dunno 100 kids? Anyway all our candy is done.
I was sitting here minding my own business and scrolling through my social media feed, and that picture of whatsisnose's widow hugging the Hillbilly Elegy guy went by. I had two immediate thoughts:
- "Gah! You made a bear! Undo it! Undo it!"
- "That is not the Erika I want to see in leather (pleather?) pants. Some traditions should stay inside their subcultures."
For someone who aspires to...le vie boheme(minus tuberculosis), I know I can be a little too private about physical contact and, you know, the application of same in public--it might be me, right? But that was so embarrassing I had to watch a bunch of Archers to kill the urge to find out how to say "Get a room, she-beast," in German and post it where they might see it--woof. (if they did Too Much Candy, I'd yak.) Well, still got the pleather, and, yes, I actually like sharing my name with that soap-opera chick more than Merry Widow Kirk. Have been feeling a bit repellingly single this week, but I think ita's rule applies and I'd rather lick a water fountain in the county jail than touch either of those individuals--I might catch it.
We had 5 trick or treaters all night. Most of the candy will go to work with me on Monday I guess.
I handed out candy at my nephew and niece in laws’, so they could take their kids out (the kids are young enough that one on one attention is helpful). It was fun. We had 20–30 kids. They were all polite and nice.
We had a family where the mom was Elphaba, the adolescent son was Waldo (of Where's Waldo fame [guess I found him]), and the 9-ish daughter was a princess in a pink dress with a tiara and a wand. After I gave the kids candy, the daughter dropped her magic wand and I said "Oh! You dropped your magic wand—you can't be a princess without your magic wand!" She spun around with the skirt of her big pink dress swirling around her and pronounced, "I am NOT a princess; I am Ga-LIN-da!!!" Considering her mom was Elphaba, I felt silly for not putting two and two together immediately, because, duh. Of course she was Galinda!
I was hoping for some K-Pop Demon Hunters, but no Huntrix and no Saja Boys, alas.