Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Tonight we celebrate the amalgam of Mezzo-American, Scots-Irish, and Catholic traditions that, when taken together, form the nucleus of what we modern Americans call Halloween.
The House Blond and her ASB cohorts put together a spiffy haunted house for the school carnival and dance. It was as well done as any at Knott's Scarey Farm.
Katie played the bride-murdered-at-the-altar in the wedding chapel well enough that some frightened ten year old girl smacked her in the face. That was a chapel, btw, and not a church. Not that the adviser cared, but he don't want no grief from upstairs, so it was a chapel. And no, kids, you can't paint room number 666 on the door of the haunted hotel room.
The Boy is off on some Halloween night adventure with his buds. TWC will be plunked by the bonfire in David's front yard handing out wine and candy. Hopefully, it will be candy I don't like. Meanwhile, the wymmin and the girls plan to ransack the neighborhood for a sugar fix.
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