Happy Halloweinie!
I am in love with this cropped photo of my mouth. This Frank fellow finally came through with promised CD from our photo session and for the first time in many a moon I am enthused about my pics and my site and its possible future.
Trick or Treaters in my neighborhood are incapable of reading signs it would seem. I can't count the number of bastards rattling our nonfunctioning front door, the one with the sign that directs them to the side.
Oh wait, maybe they're too young to read. Where on earth are their parents or older siblings anyway? Now I have about 45 packets of supposed fruit snacks, Nabisco's clever new term for jujufruits. I was smart and bought candy I wouldn't devour. Would you like your very own FuzzyBunny web goddess fruit snacks? Email me your name and mailing address if you would like a Halloween keepsake of your own.
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Speaking of Halloween, I remembered a family in my childhood who had moved to the neighborhood. The oldest son, Mike Brown, quickly established himself as the terror of School 11. My cousin Rick created a Mike Brown Killer Stick as protection (which he was too scared to use).
They didn't stick around for long. On Halloween everyone in the neighborhood was frightened of their reputation and bypassed their house, even though all the porch lights were on.
Finally Mrs. Brown came out and begged us to come to her house so she could give us candy. My mom felt rotten after that and I do this evening wondering what kind of life Mrs. Brown had with a bully son. I wonder if Mr. Brown was somehow to blame, and I wonder tonight what happened to the family.
See, Halloween really is scary!
I am in love with this cropped photo of my mouth. This Frank fellow finally came through with promised CD from our photo session and for the first time in many a moon I am enthused about my pics and my site and its possible future.
Trick or Treaters in my neighborhood are incapable of reading signs it would seem. I can't count the number of bastards rattling our nonfunctioning front door, the one with the sign that directs them to the side.
Oh wait, maybe they're too young to read. Where on earth are their parents or older siblings anyway? Now I have about 45 packets of supposed fruit snacks, Nabisco's clever new term for jujufruits. I was smart and bought candy I wouldn't devour. Would you like your very own FuzzyBunny web goddess fruit snacks? Email me your name and mailing address if you would like a Halloween keepsake of your own.
______________________
Speaking of Halloween, I remembered a family in my childhood who had moved to the neighborhood. The oldest son, Mike Brown, quickly established himself as the terror of School 11. My cousin Rick created a Mike Brown Killer Stick as protection (which he was too scared to use).
They didn't stick around for long. On Halloween everyone in the neighborhood was frightened of their reputation and bypassed their house, even though all the porch lights were on.
Finally Mrs. Brown came out and begged us to come to her house so she could give us candy. My mom felt rotten after that and I do this evening wondering what kind of life Mrs. Brown had with a bully son. I wonder if Mr. Brown was somehow to blame, and I wonder tonight what happened to the family.
See, Halloween really is scary!
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denk:
The pic with the inside-fur handcuffs is still my favourite
fuzzybunny:
You naughty man! 