All Hallows’ Eve Eve
On my way home from the third lesson of the day at around nine, I passed a closed Party City. Odd, no? If I were managing that store, you bet your buns it’d be open now. I know it’s late on a Sunday, but it’s the night before Halloween, for gosh sakes. This has to be one of Party City’s biggest days. Puzzling.
Not that I needed anything else for my costume. My Halloween Eve shopping list included batteries, cookie dough, and a binky, all of which SuperTarget carries.
I’m getting rather attached to the binky, actually—I imagine they spray them with a fine mist of crack as they roll out of the binky factory*. I took it out of the package when I got home, and now I can’t really think of a good reason to take it out of my mouth. It hurts my teeth a little; I hope it’s not undoing all those years of orthodontics.
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* Wow, three ambiguous pronouns in one sentence. (I could rewrite it, but then this footnote would lose its raison d’etre.) Do as I say, kids, not as I do.
Tags: miscellany