Caterwauling

I am never more vital than when I am multitasking. And I feel like I’ve been ahead of the rat race this week, or, if not ahead, then at least on track. But this moving around like a freakin’ Tasmanian Devil means I’m starting to get tired. Twenty-nine hours till party-time! I will be the snoozin’ mess curled up on one of the cat beds, for those who haven’t met me face-to-face yet. 🙂

The apartment wasn’t too atrocious to get together. It was already clean — I just needed to empty some boxes and shove extra knickknacks in the basement.

I am pissed, though, because my purple party lights on the balcony are only semi-functioning, and they worked just fine before I wound them around the damn railing. *sigh* As long as the grill works, though, I’ll be fine.

Shawn and I are going out tonight. I probably won’t have enough energy to be much fun, but it’ll be nice to be away from my abode during trick-or-treat hours. Ugh. Like those little psycho Children of the Corn really need sugary treats to make them even more obnoxious than they already are!

Just spent my lunch hours (yes, plural!) doing last-minute shopping. And I realize I need a few more items, anyway. *growl* I am allowing myself one more store trip, and that’s it, damn it!!! Here’s to hoping for lots of leftovers from the party, ’cause if I planned just right, I have exactly enough left over for rent!

1. What was your first Halloween costume?

I was an angel. Whatta joke.

2. What was your best costume and why?

I was Little Orphan Annie, replete with the requisite little red dress with a collar and black-and-white belt, just like Aileen Quinn wore in the movie. Had the cute little curly wig and everything.

Of course, Annie has freckles, as do I. I remember my mom using her eyebrow pencil to put even more freckles on me, and she started rubbing my face raw at one point, trying to erase her work. Turns out, she was trying to erase my real freckles. So I had brown and red patches on my face for an hour. 🙂

3. Did you ever play a trick on someone who didn’t give you a treat?

Yeah, but not necessarily on Halloween. Only for people who withheld sex from this horny broad, but I ain’t talkin’ about how I made them pay for their Scrooge-like behavior. Y’all would think I was psycho or somethin’. 🙂

4. Do you have any Halloween traditions? (ie: Family pumpkin carving, special dinner before trick or treating, etc.)

I have to go to the pumpkin patch every year. I’m kind of like Linus from “Peanuts” in that regard — I try to find a new field every year or so. And I miss the fields where you had to climb around the pumpkin vines and have somebody cut the pumpkin you want off the vine.

Part of the tradition is to drink alcohol among friends in celebration of our day in the patch, although, after the past two years of adventures in pumpkin ghettoes, the drinking is done more to recover from our adventures, rather than celebrate them. 😉

5. Share your favorite scary story…real or legend!

I always loved the scary story about the babysitter who keeps hearing noises in the attic. Can’t remember how it turns out, but that was popular among my friends when I was a wee lass.

My other favorite scary story is how Dubya became president. That was enough to scare the pants off of me! (Although, admittedly, it ain’t THAT unusual for my pants to hit the floor within a bat of an eye!)