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!
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Greetings Human Subjects! We have been having one heck of a party over here at the Gibson-Rice Household. Unfortunately, Chucklebutt and Jiggle Puff are the King and Queen of procrastination. This was a much more complicated undertaking than they thought it would be. Luckily, they have us to keep them on task. With that said…
Yes dearies — that’s me!
I am your hostess for this spooky event and I had my hair done just for the evening. Do you like it?
Let’s begin. Where is Cosmic Creepers — my trustworthy lackey? Cosmic Creepers!!
Yes Mistress Esmerelda? What can I do to serve you? Do you need your spectacles?
Cosmic Creepers, please show our guests into our humble abode.
Cosmic Creepers!
Yes Mistress?
Do you think we should poison our guests?
No Mistress. Who will we party with?
We could always celebrate with Gregory the Hobgoblin and Chester the Cat.
But Mistress Esmerelda, who would change our litter box?
Hmmm…good point.
Maybe just one drop?
Mistress Esmerelda, why don’t we just give them some treats instead of all the tricks?
Cosmic Creepers, every once in a while, you have a brilliant idea!
Thank you Mistress that was so kind of you —
Cosmic Creepers, shouldn’t the other guests be here by now?
Lucy’s here — but as usual she is scared.
What do we want?!
“Brains!”
When do we want them?
“Brains!”
That’s the problem with zombies and reapers — a one track mind.
It’s Gussie! You can’t have a Halloween Party without Gussy!
Hey look! It’s Chucky. (Jiggle Puff thinks this fella looks like Chucklebutt.)
Just like Chucklebutt, little Chuckie always finds himself in precarious situations.
More party friends.
And what would a party be without…
PRESENTS!!
Presents for EVERYONE!
But especially for Mama Puff! 😀
Whew! What a party. I hope that you had an enjoyable time. I am so glad that you got to have lovable moi as your hostess. It is late, however, and I have only had 14 hours of sleep.
After all, a gorgeous creature like me needs to get her beauty rest. Cosmic Creepers! Be sure to clean up once everyone is gone.
