Sure is yucky out there. And of course the basement has water in it. And of course the pump has quit working.
I was considering going to
Haunted Overload's Fright Night Light tonight, but both the weather and my lack of time at home this week make that seem like a poor idea. I think I'll spend the evening tidying up, folding laundry, sewing tassels, and gluing rhinestones. And checking on the basement flood frequently.
Seduced by the
charming Halloween packaging, I have acquired a tin of treacle. Any favorite recipes?
Since I know you only read my LJ for Albert stories... the orange felt ball is the toy of the moment and he hunts it all over the place. Unlike his bats, it rolls. So, I have nearly killed myself several times in the dim early morning when I have trod on it in the upstairs hallway. And I have oft found him crying piteously in the TV room because it has rolled under the TV cabinet, well out of the reach of either feline or human.