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Trick or Treat
It was hysterical and at the same time profoundly sad.— September 19, 2010 5:41 p.m.
Mystery Fishing
Oh, yeah! I completely forgot about those poor, cheap, expendable goldfish. You could win a goldfish at every game at our carnival except Mystery Fishing. I can still see my mother rolling her eyes whenever my brothers or I came home with a goldfish in a plastic bag. Didn't they create any fun for the students at your Catholic School, nan? My ex-mother-in-law is a teacher at a local Catholic School, and they have huge Halloween and Christmas carnivals there. Those lucky ducks.— September 19, 2010 5:38 p.m.
Trick or Treat
That night, believe me, I heard every "utter" pun under the sun ... or perhaps beneath the moon, which after over-indulging in alcohol, I tried to jump over, and then, finally, was "tipped" in someone's front yard.— September 18, 2010 5:04 p.m.
Trick or Treat
One year, as an adult, I dressed as a cow for Halloween. My mom made the costume. We couldn't remember if cows have four nipples or six, so my mom just went ahead with six. D'oh! I'll try to find the picture and scan and post it. My little brothers never wanted to be what I was; they just weren't as geeky as I.— September 18, 2010 3:17 p.m.
Simplest Sonnets for a Founder So Faire
Bravo to you and Founder, nan. I forget the Jabberwocky was from "Alice in Wonderland." I almost exclusively associated him with Monty Python.— September 18, 2010 3:05 p.m.
Trick or Treat
Thanks, Cowgirl, I mean, cowgirl, and thank you too, MsGrant.— September 18, 2010 2:15 p.m.
Prairie Voices Refrains
Have at it, nan.— September 18, 2010 1:06 p.m.
Trick or Treat
Their hearts were in the right place, and I suppose if they hadn't done the things they had, my life wouldn't be the same.— September 18, 2010 12:56 p.m.
Mystery Fishing
Probably not, MsGrant; they'd be bored to tears and feel as if they were being punished for having to endure what their elders once enjoyed ... Christ, I sound old--Hey, you darn kids, get off my lawn!— September 18, 2010 12:47 p.m.
Prairie Voices Refrains
Ditto, MsGrant.— September 18, 2010 1:52 a.m.