I noticed the new “poll” feature on the WordPress site, and I am going to utilize it. I think I may like it. Halloween is a couple weeks from us now, and I am getting antsy for its arrival. This weekend I am going to view a parade and get the pumpkin carving on. What are you doing?
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Were you thinking about me when you put the hiding with the porch light off option there?
hdoho- of course. were your ears ringing?
or is it burning? or is it when your nose itches…i can never remember.
How come you didn’t have “watching scary movies/tv shows and frightening the piss out of yourself” as one of the choices? Cause you would have had me pegged…
My ears always ring 😦
Ears burn when someone is talking about you. Nose itches when you’re going to be kissed by a fool.
duh.
Last year a group of teens came up dressed in t-shirts and jeans. Clever. I think one of them had a mask and another had a football helmet. I let that slide but demanded they say “Trick or Treat,” and they complied. I gave them each a fistful of candy.
“Good job, man,” they said, “now we won’t come back and egg your house.”
I told them, “And your parents won’t have to file a Missing Persons report tomorrow.”
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