Just not feeling it this year. House is not decorated – boxes aren’t even down from storage.
Peer pressure is making me don a costume: Devil. I’ll have on my Tux with a red shirt, my goat horns, and Eevil Makeup. I’ll be tempting children to run into traffic.
Bah!
Pox and fie on this holiday, which is rapidly becoming as big a pain in the ass as Christmas. Pox and motherfuckin’ fie.
You and H are welcome to come to our place and eat turkey. Nothing like terrifying small kiddies to brighten your mood. The coffin is all set up!
aw. I didn’t decorate as much as usual this year, either. But we had caramel apple cake and pizza and donnie darko. whee!
I felt the same way this year. Though didn’t wear a costume.