blech

Woke up to hear ken telling me that he had fixed the garbage disposal. This is a good thing as not only had it been not working, but clogged and had water standing in the sink. I am adding lemons to my shopping list today.

Today is also the day to get all of the Halloween stuff up. I can't believe it has not been done! Dammit all. Big problem is that I never had a big yard in Atlanta and let go most of my stuff when I moved there. Here in Hooterville? At Michaels and Target there was an isle. ONE per store. Michaels being particularly small.

And no evil cat stuff. That's my thing. Halloween cats. And no cutesy crap. Always a hard thing to find, but this year impossible.

A trip to Party City is hopefully going to at least give me a few things. That and the skeleton dressed in cute girl toddler clothes w/wig that is going to be strung up on a huge spider web on our arbor covered with big spiders. But I need to find a damned strobe light.

No plans for a Halloween Party after last year's BDSM party in Tallahassee. Ken being mistaken for a German tourist and them having no idea who Maleficent was after HOURS of work (actually days) really pissed me off. Those cheap party wigs come wadded up and you have to not only wash them but style. >_< Styling was a joke. Took me a week to get curls and poofy, with a few horns-shapey bits.

Anyway, the nearest party is in Mobile, and I swear I do not wanna take the trouble. two disaster events have been enough. Going to have to be something spectacularly rewarding for me to get interested. My plan is to coat myself with blood and open the door to the Trick or Treaters while chewing on a bone. (add to list stopping by meat prosessing place on the way to Dothan to procure a femur of something. Probably a goat. Goat meat seems to be very popular these days).

Here down BELOW the frickin Bible belt in the testicle region, everything is major "Harvest Festival". Should see all over the smiley happy shining scarecrows. Or should I call them "Happycrows"? *barfs* Since Halloween is on Sunday they will probably come by on Saturday.

Oh well. Have to let ken sleep another couple of hours. Fucking hate his job. Hate hate hate hate hate it. Yes, great paycheck. But working nights mean we never see each other. But that is another post