I'm running around like a maniac trying to get ready for Halloween. At least I got the pumpkin carved. Oh, and the candy. The candy is ready. Bowls upon bowls of candy.
But I can't find my orange halloween lights. They're like Christmas tree lights, except they're orange. I put them in the window every year over the macabre barbie makeup head.
And dammit we have company coming over. Time's running short!
Well, maybe it's all for the best. I'll probably be in my bathrobe frantically arranging canapés when the first trickertreater comes to the door, and I'll say "What in the hell do you want?! Huh?! Candy?! I'll give you candy!"
And then I'll start hurling fun-size candy bars at the kids and calling them rotten little bastards. I bet we'll be the most popular house on the block!
In other news, here's a tip to my fellow Chick Publications fans out there. There appears to be a new anti-Halloween tract. Now, that's what I call a treat!
Kurt "big daddy" True
31 october 2004