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Last year: Saturday we threw our party, which was, if not the smashing energetic success of the moving party, at least enjoyable and fun. |
At least there weren't any cavities this time. Yay, me.
Next year, I swear, I'm putting a sign on our door that reads No Costume, No Candy! We got more junior-high and even high-school aged kids who didn't even bother with desultory facepaint. I was willing to take pity on those who were obviously escorting younger siblings, but the ones travelling with peers...? C'mon, kids, if you're going to trick-or-treat after the legal age limit, at least make the effort to dress up!
We ran out of candy at 7:30 or so, due in part to Matt's generosity. When I opened the door, I'd give each kid one or two pieces of candy (we were giving out root beer barrels), but Matt would hold the bowl out for kids with backhoes for hands to grab their own. It worked fine last year, with our fifteen pounds of candy, but our three little bags of root beer barrels went quick. (Poor Matt. I think he was counting on at least a few leftovers...) We replenished the bucket with the huckleberry candy sticks I'd bought in Montana back in July, and I started screening the doorbell-ringers carefully. I turned one kid away for not having a costume. (I did explain that we were down to the last bits of candy, and he didn't egg our house or anything.)
At eight sharp we turned off the porch light and I turned on the T.V. for Emeril's Hallowe'en special. I wouldn't mention this, normally, except he made this garlic-studded venison loin roast that had me drooling. I don't ever see venison in the grocery store, but I'm willing to bet it could be done with either a beef or pork loin. I confess: I'm addicted to Emeril, even though I couldn't eat half of what he prepares for all the spices. I think it's the witty repartee that gets me. "We're going to add some Parmesan cheese. Why? Because I like it, that's why!"
How's this sound? Garlic-studded pork loin roast with potatoes and apples au gratin. I need to schedule a small dinner party or something.
I discovered this morning when I got to work that I'd been scheduled for a meeting this afternoon. I can't feel singled out; everyone in the company has to go to one of these meetings - they're running in small groups all day. We're supposed to provide feedback on the company values policy.
We spent some time deconstructing the e-mail from the head honcho; reducing it from manager-speak to plain talk. It reduced sortof like this: "Upstairs is requiring us to do this, and didn't tell us about it until the last minute as usual. Sorry for the inconvenience, but according to the schedule below, we need you to come to a meeting, nod and smile, sign the form, and leave."
Sometimes working for a big corporation is more of a pain than usual.
Word of the Day: repartee - a quick and witty reply; a succession or interchange of clever retorts; adroitness and cleverness in reply
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Current Projects:
- Jingle-bell Christmas stocking
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