Less than a week ‘til Halloween, and you know what that
means?
Yep…getting my snow shovel out and preparing for the annual
Halloween snow.
It’s become such a nice tradition.
Someone should record a song.
But as long as we’re candy fools...
Let it snow let it snow let it snow…..”
Hey…I never said I was Irving Berlin.
Anyway, less than a week to go and the race is on to see if
the squirrels can polish off the pumpkins on the stoop before then.
They’re lagging a bit this year—just a few nibbles—but I’m
anticipating a strong finish.
Someone told Z that if you pour cheap beer over your pumpkin, it
keeps the squirrles at bay.
But that doesn’t even work on most of my friends, so I’m a
little skeptical.
Unlike my friends, however, the squirrels are more discerning,
so they become appalled when they find you’re not serving the good stuff.
I suspect they’ll come around, though.
I saw a couple of them climbing up my tree, listing a bit to
the right.
Romney supporters, no doubt.
So we’re ready for Halloween, snow or no.
The truck dropped off our 10,000 pounds of candy the other
day.
Which will be gone before 8 PM.
And some of it will go to the kids.
I mentioned last year, that our neighborhood is invaded by
just about every kid in town…I guess because of its ghoulish reputation.
And the ghoul’s really eat that up…I mean the reputation…not
the trick or treaters.
That would be wrong.
I mean it’s not like it’s still the 17th century.
Today we have laws…and cable…which apparently has no laws.
Wendy, the cute witch next door, says she hasn’t boiled
anything human in her cauldron for years.
Too much toil and trouble with the health department.
So she microwaves…..
Nah…I’m kidding.
Who really cooks anything in a microwave other than popcorn
and frozen veggies.
So there’s that.
I even saw the werewolves, hanging some decorative cobweb
around their front porch the other day, so maybe that whole messy situation is
in the past.
We’ll see how things fall after the full moon on Monday.
Fingers crossed.
Wait…the squirrels are ringing the bell.
They’re demanding something more seasonal; a bit more hoppy.
Beer snobs….
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