short and sweet. but a blog none the less

so i was headed out to do the traditional elbow to ribs shopping for my son's halloween costume...this year he says "mom i have to be a clone" with eyes as soft and loving as a deer, how could i say no. so in my infinite wisdom (proof im getting old...like i needed more) say "a clone of what?????" hahahaha. i was then schooled by my son of what a clone is and what they do in regards to star wars. and as you can gather, star wars, was all i took from the converstation....oh and that i "HAD TO HAD TO" get him the blaster gun that goes with it.

drop him off at school and call my now pregnant friend laura. now calling a pregnant friend to go shopping is a not always a great idea but the chance to stop for drinks and forgetting to do the shopping part could not be an option so i chose well. she agrees, saying she has to do the same for her daughter who apparently wants to be 80's madonna for halloween. i ask what the hell the difference is from what her daughter wears to school normally, we laugh, whatever, kids.

we get to the halloween SUPER MEGA store, its not too crowded so i breath a bit better knowing im not going to have to cage fight another mom for the title of "coolest mom ever". i get to the star wars section and sigh...fuck there's like 3 different clones...thus confusing the word "clone" even further. fuck george lucas. so i choose what looks like the coolest and search for 15 min for the correct blaster that matches the kids' costume on the picture. success. laura fairs just as well and we both laugh at how easy a kids madonna costume is to find....and then in horror look at all the slutty little girl costumes there are....fucking wrong. (another topic for another day)

for shits and giggles we visit the adult costume section. we both have parties to go to later this week but i had basically chosen to go as the queen of hearts (an outfit i had made years ago), just to keep it easy. but a lovely little "krispy kream girl" (complete with a name tag 'cristy creams' (yeah classy) outfit called out to me. laura laughs and tells me i have to try it on. fuck fine, if it looks good ill MAYBE get it. (oddly im not into the slutty girl deal with halloween, i go for themes and funny outfits) i try it on and surprisinly its fucking great. the guy at the counter asks if i want it...."maybe"  "uhh sure i guess". he whispers "you look hot" i wonder if this is because he can tell im not wearing panties (fucking outfit is shhhhort).....and whatever it was a late out the door morning and i had no intention of trying any clothes on. anyway i decide to get and we head to the register.

fucking 98 dollars later we leave.....feeling a bit bent over on that i call my son's dad and inform him he now owes me 40 bucks for the halloween costume. :)

now what does this have to do with a pumpkin?....and beth i guess the whole short blog got thrown out about 2 paragraphs ago as well. ....yeah yeah well

we head home and along the way there is a truck load of mexicans selling pumpkins on the corner....sign reads 4 dollars each.  well fuck that i can afford. so laura and i decide that pumpkins are neccessary. we pull over and check out the produce.

one very large enourmous pumpkin calls to me its at least 4ft wide and covered in lovely warts...lots of spines...very evil looking thing. IT MINE!!! i ask if this one is also 4 bucks and in broken english they tell me 6.00....SOLD. the bigger guy grabs it out of the pile and puts it in the back of lauras car. we proceed to buy like 3 more each and head to pick up my son from school.

my son is praising my glory as he rips open his costume package....im soo happy that i was able to make his day. i love being the hero.

we get home and pull my pumpkins out of the trunk leaving the biggest for last...due to the fact that it scared us both on how the hell we were going to get it out. (but if i can get an anchor in and out of a daytona hatch back what the fuck is going to stop me from getting my pumpkin outta a toyota solera....previous blog reference).

i bend down and grab the beast and am able to grab and lift it about 12 inches but everytime i lifted it up the rear shocks would release and rise up to meet my hands at the bottom of the trunk. this goes on for a while, me trying to beat the shocks and losing each time...at this point the fact that im lughing so hard im crying doesnt help.

eventually i become smarter than the average bear and have laura sit on the bumper so the trunk wont lift up as i pull the pumpkin out. now the wonderful dark creepy pumpkin takes up my whole dining room table. i love it.!!!!

happy halloween :)   thanks big bad....many syrup kisses your way