This is my favorite holiday of the year. The fact that it’s Saturday means that I don’t have to dash through a major commuter train station in NYC or Philly, but can dress like a freak, and hand out bags of pretzels with impunity.
Pretzels? Yes, pretzels. I’ve no idea how many kids will stop by, so I had to get something that I’d eventually eat.
Candy won’t do it for me, unless I make it myself, and what mommy in her right mind would let her kid bring home peanut brittle or English toffee that I made? OK, one or two mommies who are personal friends, but otherwise . . .
I’m not so good at decorating cupcakes, but the ones that went to the office were scarfed down, regardless. People like cream cheese icing.
All hail the pretzels.
happy Samhain.
Everyone remember to brush up on your evil laugh. As for me I’ve got a date (I think/hope it’s a date) with a lovely kimono clad lady at a Halloween party. I will be representing the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense as a “specialist.” This means I get to wear my armor again.
I’m eating chocolates and watching the Nightmare Before Christmas. Love that movie!
We’re building the convection grate for the fireplace. Gotta love all those “nipples” we bought from Home Depot. I expected Mia (my mama’s-girl cat, stealth bomber, or whatever) to be checking out the nipple assembly for the grate, but she was too busy checking out her own. Cali’s too busy making like a fur cape to even bother.
Not one kid, so far. It’s as if those political signs that someone planted on my lawn for people I’ve never heard of read: “Caution — pretzels ahead.”