I miss when I had a job and we dressed up for Halloween. Kids don't trick or treat in our area, people donate bags of candy to the town and it's given to the downtown merchants to hand out to kids who come into the stores. It's fun because the families get to show off their costumes to other families, not just the people who answer the doors.
Theatre definitely is magical. I always enjoy seeing how they accomplish various effects in that relatively small space.
I enjoy seeing how words are used and misused. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's irritating.
I remember Trader Vics for the mai tais, and drinks in specialty mugs shaped like coconut shells and skulls. Across the top of their drinks menu: "Strong pirates, buccaneers, and beachcombers never bandy their drinks."
Raccoons are cute, but I don't like when they come around here, usually in the winter after the campground around the corner closes. They get up on the roof and try to tear off the vent cover so they can get into the attic, sounds like a football match on the roof.
That Lady Gaga is really something, there's a lot more to her than those fashion stunts she used to pull.
You'll be ready for the next power outage. The haircutting comb wouldn't be as much fun in the dark, so you need all those lights.
I wondered how good it would be. The scenery looked good in the trailer.
Visits are nice, and the good memories last forever.
It would be exciting to see some automatic barrier unfurl down from the top of a 40 story or so hotel wing.
Thanks for the dartboard.
I'm thinking of all the Happy Hour sessions you all will have.
That's too bad. There's something luxurious about being able to pick fruit out of the yard. Is it because the owners think those fruit trees are high maintenance?
Maybe mixing something with chihuahua helps their personality. Back in the '50s and '60s we thought of chihuahuas as old lady dogs with bad dispositions and a lot of yapping. And then those Beverly Hills movies made them very popular for the bling generation so they could carry them around in their purses. Our neighbors in Las Vegas, where the houses are about 4 feet apart, had two or three of them for several years, and they yapped non-stop. I was trying to figure out how to lure at least one of them into my car, take it 100 miles out in the desert & see if it could find its way home. The Clampetts behind us would yell at them to shut up night and day, which was just about as bad as the yapping. For some reason they finally got rid of them and got a pit bull that we call Cujo, that barks plenty, but less of the time.
Glad to hear it, and good to know you're doing okay.
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