Scott: How can I kiss you if you look like a man?
Me: I’m sorry I’m not as pretty as Tom Cruise, Scott.
We hit below freezing temperatures last night. I’m pleased with my decision to special order my jacket from some guy in England who makes replica Maverick jackets. It was expensive but warm. I am also pleased Scott doesn’t read my blog and will never know this information. Cheerio!
It was a bitter night in the ‘hood but the cul-de-sac home base upped the stakes this year.
The Halloween staples – candy for the kids and beer for the adults – were put in place.
We had whiskey for the crazies and for the one with exposed nipples.
The propane heater was roaring next to the fired up grill with hotdogs.
Beer too cold? Make yourself a coffee with Bailey’s!
The kids filed down in groups. The parents were right behind them. They danced to Thriller. Candy was thrown. It was a Halloween for the books.
It was the perfect Halloween until, “Hey! It’s Amelia Earhart! Great costume!”
And then I became a woman again.
What did you do for Halloween? Did you dress up? Was it a cold night where you live too? Are you already thinking about what you are going to be next year? Only 365 left!