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the morning after

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the morning after

Oh, the morning after. Brings to mind lots of things—am I right? But in this particular instance, I’m thinking about the morning after Halloween. November 1. All Saints’ Day (yesterday), a solemn holy day of the Catholic Church. The day after Halloween. The day before All Souls’ Day (today).

That, morning after.

That’s the day to treasure hunt for lost Halloween items. And if you still crave chocolate, you can find plenty on porch stoops and along the sidewalks. Like an Easter egg hunt without the eggs. And without Easter. But I’m getting ahead of myself…Continue Reading

Happy Halloween! All treats, no tricks, a little snark.

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Happy Halloween

Cat Burglars. My sister and me.

 

Happy Halloween everyone. I’m ready for the trick or treaters, although I need to make one more candy run because somehow I made a pre-Halloween, largish dent in my sweet stash. Running out of candy on Halloween is a bad thing for a whole lot of reasons.

I don’t need any tricks.

Since Halloween 2016 falls on a Monday, I wonder if the crowd be thinner than say a Saturday night Halloween? Probably not. When I was a kid, if Halloween fell during the school week, our town of Keiser moved trick or treating to the weekend. Yet another small town magical perk. Does anyone else remember this sort of thing?

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Wearing white after Labor Day. Is this still a thing???

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White after Labor Day. Is it still a thing?

I’m no fashionista. This truth is self evident. Most of my jeans are ripped. My favorite shoes are Converse, preferably the ones that don’t require tying. So knowing this about me, why did I nearly panic this morning thinking that after today, Labor Day, I wouldn’t be able to wear my favorite white jeans for months?

Call me old school.

Or simply call me old. I realize I’m showing every single one of my southern-fried fifty-four years.Continue Reading

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