Halloween has come and gone. Guido and I weren’t home: we visited friends to watch the World Series. We wore Phillies paraphernalia, they dressed as Yankees, and we were appropriately humiliated along with the Phillies. I compensated by drinking too much and Guido drove home. When I awoke Sunday morning it was still early thanks to turning the clock back and we had sex. Happy Halloweenie.
We had left a basket of candy on the front step with a sign: “Happy Halloween Help Yourself.” Evidently some celebrants did just that rather than vandalize the house, car, or sour orange tree on the front lawn. I despise children but Guido insisted we not leave rat poison or fresh fruit with inserted razor blades. She never lets me have any fun unless it involves orgasms. Put like that I guess I can’t complain.
Here are some remarkably tasteless costumes:
(Steve Irwin and the Stingray.)
This one got Target into a lot of trouble.
Anyway, life goes back to normal today. How dull.