We love Halloween at our house. We are all in a dither about costumes this year. Miss Sadie, a terrier of uncertain lineage, is debating whether to go as a Yellow Dog Democrat or a pit bull in lipstick. The Cowboy, a fluffy spaniel of some sort or another, is considering whether to have his fur sprayed blue for the occasion so that he can go as a Blue Dog Democrat. (The Cowboy is fiscally conservative but socially liberal.) Miss Puss, a tiger cat of definite views, refuses to wear a costume of any sort, but plans to pose regally, green eyes aglitter, as an Independent Spirit. That or she might go mousing in the woodpile. She could go either way.
I am going as a fairy princess. I know, I know, I’m too old and too, er, ample to be a convincing fairy princess. But in a year when the economy has gone to blazes and there are plenty of truly scary prospects stalking around out there, I figure everybody needs a good laugh.
Trick or treat . . .
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Katherine
November 1, 2008
awww, I thought you were going to post a photo of the fairy princess!
Gerry
November 1, 2008
I see your point. The entire post led logically to a photo of the fairy princess rather than a scary tree. I tried to remedy the oversight this morning, donning my fairy princess regalia and posing fetchingly for the web camera on my laptop. There I was, aluminum foil crown, fake fur boa, fluffy purple scepter . . . when for the first time EVER a door-to-door evangelist found his way to my door. The full-window door right next to my desk. Fairy princesses can rise to any occasion. I accepted the proffered flyer regally. The poor fellow fled. Heaven only knows what he’ll say about his adventure, but there are no secrets in Torch Lake Township.
Oh all right. Here’s the link to the Fairy Princess.
Katherine
November 1, 2008
I like it!!