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Musings

  • Happy Halloween to all of you who are enjoying the one night you can be yourself and nobody stops you to check to see if you’re OK.
  • The trophy for the evening goes to the mother who took a large bottle of cinnamon whisky and disposable shot glasses with her as she took her tots trick or treating.  Each person handing out candy was offered a shot, and she spread cheer throughout her neighborhood.
  • I was impressed with the crowd in my brother-in-law’s neighborhood.  No prostitots, and no teenage girls dressed inappropriately for the occasion.
  • If you’re going to walk down the middle of a dark road on Halloween, please make sure you’re aware of the large piece of steel and glass coming up from behind you with bright lights in the front.
  • Derby was very excited to see Boo when he came home in costume, possibly because he was dressed as Scooby-Doo, but more likely because she could bite his tail and go for a ride as he ran through the house.
  • This year, I would entitle my costume as “Exhaustion.”  It’s sort of a concept thing.
  • Subtle hints when you’re married to Irish Woman – “Hey, honey, I brought some orange juice and cranberries.  Just in case you were thinking of doing any baking.”
  • One of the nicest feelings a man can have is when he is finally legally and morally able to put his ex-wife on the “Block Caller” list.
  • Southern phrase that I need to work into a book someday – “Sweating like a hooker on nickel day”

6 Comments

  1. Girlie Bear

     /  October 31, 2016

    What does “sweating like a hooker on nickel day” mean?

  2. Heh… You owe me a keyboard for that last one… Kids out here were VERY careful to walk facing traffic… But nobody offered any ‘good stuff’ in return. Sigh…

  3. John in Philly

     /  November 1, 2016

    Going to have to try to work that “sweating…” phrase into a conversation some time in the future. Ideally timed to cause expulsion of food or drink.

    • Gotta give Irish Woman credit for that one. And yes, I snorted hot soup up into my sinus passage when she said it.

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