Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This, beasties, is the most wonderful time of the year. This is when my people do all of their home decor shopping because...sugar skulls, black cats, Tim Burton, and the list could go on for days.
The teen is very much like me.... she begged and pleaded for fake spider webs,  made spider push pins (super easy: hot glue, plastic spiders and thumb tacks), has purple Halloween lights all around her room and is begging for more creepy shit for her bedroom. She is why I'll be going broke during Halloween getting her Christmas gifts.
And now that the weather is cooling down a bit, I'm able to open the sunroof (that was the only thing about my most recent car purchase that I wouldn't budge on) and really enjoy the cool breeze and the sunshine that is, somehow, softened by the fallish air.
Don't group me in with the pumpkin spice basic bitches... I'm a little more metal in my choices. Coffee black as my soul (which is more a creamy caramel than black) and my boots-not uggs- would be studded biker boots (if I could justify spending that much money on shoes that would probably give the "old white guys" that invariably run the accounting world (according to my incompetent racist accounting prof)  a coronary)*.  Nevermind that it's effing Florida and there are exactly 2 days of winter here. My thick heavy socks are 20 years old, whereas I can't keep myself in thin socks, flip flops and similar.
Halloween,  fall, hot boiled peanuts, sugar skulls,  Mexican hot chocolate,  and just a whole lot of happy are coming with the cooler weather.
And I can certainly live with that.

Pumpkin spice is for bitches,
C.D.

*holy crap y'all... double parentheticals?  Somebody stab me with a sharpened stalk of sugar cane.

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