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[comfortablygray]

I remember my daughter's first few Halloweens. My wife Sandra was very adamant about everything looking perfect and the baby being in very cute, specific things, and everybody was very excited when they came to the door because what's cuter than a baby dressed like a lobster

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[playstheblues]

A lobster, huh?

[comfortablygray]

It was that or a bumble bee, and I wasn't sure how I felt about making my daughter an insect.

... Lobsters at least get to hang out with mermaids, or something.

[playstheblues]

So do you think she'll get mad when she sees the entry?

[comfortablygray]

I don't see why. She was a very cute lobster.

[playstheblues]

I don't know. If my mother announced that I was a lobster for my first Halloween, I would panic.

[comfortablygray]

What do you have against lobsters?

[playstheblues]

....well. They're bottom-feeders?

I don't know it seems a little embarrassing to me. But then my mother...well. Lets just say she didn't name me Blue because she liked the arrangement of letters.

[comfortablygray]

They're cute. Well. Cartoon plushie ones are, at least.

I'm not sure I understand the implication.

[playstheblues]

Well I guess so.

Nevermind. Just suffice to say that she's probably the most...uh...exuberant mother.

[comfortablygray]

Yeah, you lost me.

[playstheblues]

Just. Nevermind. How are you?

[comfortablygray]

The usual residual homesickness, but aside, I'm doing well enough.

[playstheblues]

Well. Good.

[comfortablygray]

Are you doing anything for Halloween?

[playstheblues]

Throwing a party at the Blue Light.

[comfortablygray]

Oh so you're the one hosting my inevitable anxiety attack.