I’ll show you scary

Bah. This Halloween stuff is for kids.

I’m not bitter or anything. I don’t have a costume, I don’t have plans, and I don’t know anyone to have plans with, but really, I’m not bitter.

Really.

Well, yesterday was pretty good. Dave called, and we had a good chat. We always have a good chat. And Jeffy called, and Carrie called, and we all had a good chat.

And I walked to the library and got some books out. And then we had dinner. And then we tag-teamed my quilt, taking turns snipping and pressing and arranging, with me stitching. And now I have half my quilt-top done now. I think I can finish the whole thing this weekend.

But today … christ.

Today, at about 8 a.m., some idiot jack-ass with a jackhammer was attacking the sidewalk directly outside my window. Walls shook. The sound was deafening. I got pissed. I snapped open the blinds, glared a dirty look at the dirty construction worker. Snapped the window shut. Snapped the blinds back. Stomped out of the room.

But there wasn’t much I could do, except sit exasperatedly on the loveseat in the living room and pull the pillow over my head. Which I did. To no avail. My teeth were dancing with the sound of it.

So here we are. Tired. Cranky. Hungry.

Halloween morning, and nothing to wear.

This post reluctantly dragged out of bed by: Invisible Ink from the album “Lost in Space” by Aimee Mann.

October 31, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized