Friday, October 13, 2006

I got better.

I don't know what it was, but for a while there, I was pretty grumpy. Like a female dog, but starting with the President's nickname. (Bzzzz! We have a winner! Yes, internet, the correct answer is "a witch.")

Halloween witch

See, I started a tradition three years ago. I threw a Halloween open house for people with kids, so they could bring their kids, and the kids could wear their costumes, and the grown-ups could hang around while the kids played and not have to get a sitter. I get barbecued pork from Hecky's and make some side dishes and desserts and let everyone come over and eat and drink and listen to my idiotic playlist of Halloween music (Alice Cooper's "Feed My Frankenstein" being right up there in popularity with the "Theme from Dark Shadows.")

But for some reason, I didn't want to do it this year. Maybe it was because I tend to go a bit crazy when I have a party, so what with the food, decorations, and flowers, I felt a bit overwhelmed. I just didn't want to deal with it. So I figured, what the hell, I don't have to have the party.

But then I found out that my kids invited their beloved babysitter, the woman who took care of them for nine years--NINE YEARS, PEOPLE!--and she had agreed to come.

So now I'm having the party. Next Saturday night, the 21st, from 5:00 until whenever I see fit to kick people out. And since this is insultingly late notice, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get anyone to come, guess what? I'm inviting the internet.

Yes, Internet, you're invited. If you know where I live, have talked to me on the phone, have met me, or live in the Chicago area, you're invited. YES, I REALLY AM THAT DESPERATE. Otherwise it will be my husband, my kids, and the babysitter. And I'll feel like Stella Dallas, or Miss Havisham, except in a witch hat.

(Does anyone know who Miss Havisham is, or am I being an English Major again? Dickens? Great Expectations? Old lady sitting around in her wedding dress?)


  1. Crazy lady? Dies insane in a housefire? Leaves a lasting legacy of tragedy on the younger generation? Know her? I'll probably BE her !

    You got me on Stella Dallas though, must follow that link.

    Good for you, going with the party even when your inner witch was flying high. You may not end up burning down the house after all...

  2. Aaah Miss Haversham and her very horrible neice!! I loved great expectations, one of my most favourite books!

    We're still doing halloween small scale in England though the shops and marketing companies are trying to make it bigger. I shall frighten children by looking like a crazy lady at the door, no costume required!!

  3. *laughs*
    party just for the sitter!!

    ahem. sorry.

    but really hope it works out alrite & that it's a grand fun party :)

  4. when H is being a total dickhead, I *aspire* to be Miss Havisham.

    I wish I lived in Chicago, I'd come party with you and the kids and their sitter.

  5. Well golly, you know I'd hop on a plane but the Hairy Man Festival is that day and my kids are doing a taekwondo demo. So darn.


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