It’s Friday night and I had high hopes for the evening.  Alas, the work day kicked my butt.  We had our Halloween Party this afternoon and I ran myself ragged.

I dressed up as a devilish can-can girl and had to do some serious improvising.  I found a great skirt at Goodwill for 7 bucks and then proceeded to raid my closet.  The one thing I didn’t have was a good crinoline, so I took some tulle and wrapped it around my body.  Voila!

After work, I had some serious car issues.  The terminals on my battery are wonky so I had to tweek them 4 or 5 times to get my car started.  I also noticed that one of my tires was pretty low.  Sheesh — when it rains it pours.  So I’m at the gas station getting gas, ready to get air for my tire, when poor Hecate won’t start again!  I call Chuck and he’s going to come help, but a random man helps me get it started.  His “niceness” was limited however — he wouldn’t put air in my tire.  I have a MAJOR phobia about all things pressurized.  I hate balloons and the thought of bursting a tire totally freaks me out.  But, since my car is started, I think it’s silly to have Chuck come all the way back out.  He talks me through it on the phone and under much duress, I get my tire pressure back to 32.  Grrrrrr.  Oh yeah, and all the while I am in costume.  I’m sure passerbys were most amused.

The pooch is my good friend Lori’s. She coming over tomorrow and we’re going to introduce her to the girls. Wish us luck!

So anyway, I got home and pooped out. Crashed — for 3 hours while Chuck worked on my car. So much for Friday night partying. 😀

I’ll leave everyone with an old Betty Boop Halloween cartoon.  Enjoy!