1 November 1999
Too Frickin Late For This

(early AM Halloween night)
    Happy Halloween!  Although it's my ultimately favorite holiday and I usually do it up grand, I didn't do much this year.  Just not enough time and energy.  It was good, though, because I spent it with my kids, for just a little trick-or-treating around the neighborhood.  Me and my little Killer Teletubby (Tinky Winky with a double-edged battleaxe - his own idea) and a young Obiwan Kenobe who wouldn't tote his own light saber.
    My Quick-and-Dirty isn't working properly for some reason, and I don't know what the reason is yet, so here is a bit of something I wrote last week that I tried to submit.
    I am taking tomorrow off to spend it goofing off with Snoops.  He gets Mondays off when he wants 'em, usually, and I need some personal time.
    Snoops is cool.  He investigates stuff, finds things out.  It's a really freeform job, and sometimes I'm envious.  Some people hate him, though and like to demonstrate physically, and that part I'm not so jealous about.  As far as I know, nobody wants me dead or anything.
    I think movies and sushi are in order, plus whatever adventuring in the City we can pack in.  I'd really like to replace all my body jewelry.  The stuff in my ears at least.  It's getting uncomfortable and I really want stainless steel bead rings.
    Bought the plane tickets for Thanksgiving week.  I'm taking the kiddos back to the old country (Mississippi) but it's gonna be a rush to get back here the Friday after T day.  The only flight I could find back in to BWI that wasn't god awful expensive and fell within the window arrives at 11:49 am.  And I have to be at the wedding at 3:00.
    The Condiman is getting married.  He and Dearheart have been engaged for a good long time now, and they are family now.  Can't bear to miss the wedding.  It's (normally) a three hour drive, so the Huz and I have choreographed the entire arrival sequence so that I can be out of the airport and into the car within 20 minutes and I can do 80 mph from that point forward.  I'll have to have my stuff in a carry-on.  No time to stomp my foot at a carousel.
    Just hope the plane's not late.
 

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