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Wow. What can I possibly say about this past Wednesday’s meet up with Holly? Truly amazing. Squirrel Queen, ‘Coma, Beffers and I are enamored.
It’s not every day you can call a new meeting practically perfect in every way, but this had Mary Poppins’ handwriting all over it.
And……to top it all off…..I already thought Holly was off the charts cool before I even met her, but to find out that she graduated from high school with Henrietta?! Awwweeeesssoooommmmeeee!!!! I didn’t even need another reason to like Holly, but there it is anyway. A HUGE one.
It’s a small world after all. It’s a small world after all. It’s a small world after all. It’s a small small world.
We had better make this meet up a regular thing.
Mom was given a reception yesterday for her 30 years of service as an educator. It was amazing to see people filing into the library and treating mom as if she were a legend. She was definitely overwhelmed.
Of course, she won’t officially be retired until Christmas break, but this is a good start, I’d say.
I’ve been tagged by Newscoma to come up with seven interesting facts about myself.
Rules for the game include:
1) Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself.
3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Okay. Here goes. Randomnaity don’t fail me now!
1. You’ll never catch me wearing shorts. Never. Period. Not even to bed. I’m truly whiter than sour cream (nod to Weird Al). My motto has always been “A thigh for a thigh will make the whole world blind.” But….if I ever did completely lose my mind and wear shorts one day, you’d notice that I have a very distinctive birthmark on my left leg. It looks a bit like a mountain-climbing monster.
2. I’m really glad that I have a good memory because I’ll never have to worry about forgetting birthdays, anniversaries, ages, etc, but there are some things in life I just don’t want to remember…..like the time my kindergarten class had just painted these very nice snowmen and they were getting ready to go on the wall and I walked up to my teacher’s desk and knocked her coffee all over the snowmen. Don’t care to recall moments like that. It can be both a gift and a curse to remember all the criticisms as well as the compliments especially if you’re super sensitive like me.
3. Ever been asked to write a newspaper editorial/eulogy/tribute for a person who just died and whom you thought you knew only to work extra hard on making it extra sappy and find out later that the person who you thought you were writing about was not the person who died at all and is still very much alive? And later, you run into that person who you thought had died, but who is very much alive and nearly give yourself a heart attack? Guilty.
4. I’ve hit several half-court shots and I once hit a full-court shot in basketball…..but never in a game, darn it!
5. I never get tired of: coffee, hugs, chatting and catching up with friends, nice Fall days. I cannot tolerate: cheese (Who doesn’t know this by now?), people who get angry if I can’t be at their beck and call every second, bad traffic.
6. I’m really turning into my mom. Well, not totally, but I used to never cry at anything and now I seem to have acquired her gift for crying at nearly everything from touchy television commercials to receiving a bad look from a person. My tear ducts seem to be on steroids these days.
7. A friend and I recently made a pact (and shook hands on it) that before either of us got married, we’d one day take a car all along the east coast all the way up to Maine and over to Prince Edward Island.
Lemme see….who to tag…….ah, Elizabeth, Jeremy, Pshaw, Michael, Kathy , Lynn and Beffers.
Pondered by myself and the Great Mind of the Courthouse:
1. If I decided to go deep sea fishing, but change my mind and want to go snorkling instead and just happen to come up on an electric eel, if I kill the thing, have I literally put its lights out? And assuming it still might have an electric charge, if I go home and bake it in the electric oven, do the charges cancel out? Increase? Should I forget the baking and just use it to charge my batteries?
2. If I go out and purchase a very large dog and take it home, get to know it, etc. and I find out that it’s not really a terrific dog, but more on the side of just okay to fair, have I actually purchased a Good Dane?
Think on these and get back with me.
Having read, reread and analyzed my last post, I realize how truly immature and ill-tempered it must have sounded, so now, I wish to make up for it with a post that is loooonnnggg overdue, but must be done.
Many people didn’t want to get up today and face the post-holiday world of work, but they did it anyway because they had to. Tons of people are going through severe holiday withdrawal, but that doesn’t mean I have to join them. I’d rather help them, so here is a list of everything this year and every year that I wish to give thanks for. Hopefully, I won’t leave anything out.
1. Family. However, insufferably bothersome a few of them are, I should be grateful to have a big one. And really, the questions do mean that they care. Would you really not want to be questioned at all and be under the impression that no one cared enough to check up on you? I’ve really analyzed this one to death.
2. Friends.
Friends who hate cell phones, but somehow remain lovable no matter what.
Friends whom I’ve never met, but already feel like I relate to very well.
Friends who share my love of sports, music, books, snarkiness, etc.
Etc, etc, etc.
3. My babies. Yes, my guinea pig Wallace and my Rat Terrier Dixie. And maybe even the giganto-lab outside.
4. Caffeine found in many awesome places around the area.
5. Unexpected surprises, smiles, waves from strangers, random phone calls at any time of the day from friends, hugs, kisses, the warm feeling that accompanies giving a gift no matter how big or small and doing it just because you want to, not because you’re expecting anything in return…..except maybe a hug. Text messages from friends simply telling you to have a nice day or asking how you feel if you’ve been sick or just saying hi.
Yes, it’s hard to recover from a good holiday weekend and get back into the real world, but I wish each and every one of you a wonderful week and a list like this one.
I’m thankful for all of you.
R.I.P. cell phone.
I charged my phone all night and when I turned it on today, it faced the brand new week with a completely white screen. No matter how hard I try (removing the battery and putting it back on, turning the phone off then on), it won’t give me anything but this completely blank, white stare.
Yes, Pshaw, rejoice. You now have a legitimate reason never to call.
Wednesday, hurry up and get here. I really can’t wait for this meeting.
I remained completely and totally on the fence about attending Thanksgiving dinner at my uncle’s house in Memphis until one little instance pushed me directly off it. I had really all but decided to try and go, but a myspace message sent near the end of the day on Wednesday from my cousin saying she would not be able to come ultimately influenced my decision to stay home and celebrate Thanksgiving by myself.
But, I had a game plan. The minute the family dashed off southward in the car I scouted about, looking for any and every open store. I had it in mind that I would cook up a good T-giving feast for one and make it the best holiday ever….blessedly quiet, worry-free, devoid of questions from the family and filled with the National Dog Show, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” etc. In my searching, I found only one open store – the local convenience store. But, I was undeterred. I decided that nothing, absolutely nothing, could spoil the day, so I went in and bought a huge bag of popcorn, drove home and cooked some yams and just had a regular Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. I was happy and snug as a bug in a rug sitting in bed, wrapped up with my yams and popcorn and loudly rooting for the Welsh Corgi and whatever other dog I happened to like (I rooted for all the underdogs, it seems.)
Later on, a call from dad revealed that I most definitely made the right decision as the fam was being extra interrogative and Elizabeth had threatened to kill some of them for questioning too much. Well, not really, but she was hinging on doing it.
Yesterday, Black Friday, *SHUDDER*, Elizabeth and I made the stupidest decision we’ve ever made and went to Jackson to do a bit of shopping. She actually let me drive her new car and while we managed to pick up a few necessities, I was stricken with two horrible cases of road rage which rendered me completely irrational and impossible to talk to for the entirety of about an hour.
Let me stop here and explain. I may not have taken very many risks in life, but I’ve taken oodles and caboodles of risks driving. It’s nearly a proven fact that I was born with a gene to be a city driver (though I don’t live in anything remotely resembling a city), so when I get the opportunity to exercise it, I take advantage of the opportunity. Well, it was not a pretty sight, and I even made one car so mad that it’s owner jumped out in the middle of traffic and threatened to come over to kill me. *NO, NO, NO, I DON’T have to let you through to this parking lot. I have the feeling you wouldn’t do the same for me, so just suck it up and get your Mercedes out of the way before I crush it into a million pieces and spoon feed it to you.*
A nice quiet Thanksgiving at home. Who could ask for anything better?
It’s a rainy and miserable Thanksgiving eve and I’m sitting here still on the fence about whether or not I’ll go to the family get together tomorrow. That’s right. This horse is far from dead and I’m just gonna beat it to death because it is a rather fun subject to debate. If you want it to be dead, then skip this.
Yesterday, I informed my grandmother that I was still unsure about going to Memphis for the shindig and the conversation went something like this.
Me: “I’m still undecided about coming on Thursday.”
Granny: “There’s nothing to decide. Just come. Don’t think about anything else. Just come.”
Me: “But, there will be plenty of other people for you to see and talk to. You’ve got tons of other grandkids.”
Granny: “But, you’re special.”
She never elaborated on what kind of special. Just special.
My sister (as usual) turned viscious on me as she usually does when she gets the feeling that I’m an immature little brat (which, in her opinion, is all the time).
Elizabeth: “Honestly, I really think I’m the older sister. (*Interruption* She’s said this statement 239 times). Good grief. Can’t you just do this one little thing? Can’t you just come to this one little get together? You’re really being stupid about this.”
Taking a bit of the snark off of my earlier post, there really are several reasons why I should go and several reasons why I shouldn’t and here they are.
I shouldn’t go because:
1. Several of my cousins have done quite well for themselves over the past year. I will be in the minority which makes me want to tuck in my tail and run for the hills. (Does this sound like a class reunion or what?)
2. Babies, babies and more babies. Don’t get me wrong. I do like babies. (I DON’T want to have one at the moment or anytime soon.) But, please, don’t get a baby around me when it’s crying and screaming and having a general hissy fit. I may just kill it. Well…..I’ll definitely consider it.
3. Change in the air. One of my uncles recently divorced and about half the family is siding against him. About the only person who isn’t siding against him is my mom and she’ll fight you to the death in defending him. I just would rather not watch my mom swapping punches.
I should go because:
1. Cousin Jennifer.
2. It’s only one day and really, if I can’t survive one day, I’m not worth much.
3. Babies. Yes, they can work to my advantage as well. So many cousins have been spitting out so many babies lately that they’ll nab the majority of the attention and take it off me. People will be so busy looking at pics of little Boopy Bell holding her first Tootsie Roll wrapper and stepping on her first crack in the sidewalk that I can run and hide and get away with it.
4. Food.
This is a tough one. I’ll probably finally make a decision tomorrow morning when the car is getting ready to roll out of the driveway. Wish me luck.
And the rest of you, Have a blessedly family quarrel free, question free, carefree Thanksgiving!!!
For about a week now, I’ve been adamant about not celebrating Thanksgiving this year……well, let me rephrase that. I’ve been adamant about not celebrating Thanksgiving around my epically large mother’s side of the family. Last week, my mom begged and pleaded, but to no avail.
“But you have to come. We’re going down to your uncle’s this year in Memphis and it’ll be really nice. It might not happen again like this.”
“Mom, I’m really really not in the mood for the usual round of questions I get from everyone about school, job, boyfriend, the meaning of life, etc. I’m really afraid of turning into a royal snarky smartass this year, so I think I’ll just skip it, stay home and watch I Love Lucy reruns.”
Last night, Cousin Jennifer and I began texting and the subject came up of the Thanksgiving get together. She asked me if I was planning on coming and I admitted that I was rather “on the fence” about the subject, but closer to falling off on the negative side of it. But, yes, I gotta admit, my fave cousin has a way of talking me into things and making them sound a whole world of a lot better than they otherwise might be. But, I admitted to her, that if I came, I was afraid of being a total snarkinator in response their questions.
Let me give you an example. (Try and contain your laughter, Jen, because you know this all too well).
Uncle/Aunt/First Cousin/Granny/Fifth cousin three times removed/Family Dog/Turkey/etc: “Well, and what are you doing with yourself these days?”
Me (What I will say): “Oh, just this and that. Looking at jobs. Trying to relocate. It’s been quite an adventure so far, dear uncle/aunt/first cousin/granny/fifth cousin three times removed/family dog/turkey/and Mr. Etc. Thank you so much for asking. I just need to learn patience and persistence and I know I’ll reach success one of these blessed days.”
Me (What I would love to say): “I’m doing pretty much the same $%#@ thing I’ve done for the past few years, like it’s any of your business or concern. When I discover that cure for the common cold, I’ll let you know. Now, what in the freakin’ #*() have you been up to lately?”
U/A/FC/G/FCTTR/FD/T/etc: “Well, personally, I think you should try to do this…….or this…….And why don’t you try this………My brother’s sister’s nephew’s pet cow did this and I think you’d be good at it too. Ever given it any thought?”
Me (What I will say): ”Yes, I have. Those are lovely ideas and thank you for sharing them. I’m just going to have to get on the ball alright. Just need to stay motivated.”
Me(What I would love to say): “Um, MYOB, MF. Heee! No, U/A/FC/G/FCTTR/FD/T/and etc., that’s just the new small talk. I figured you’d be up to date with that. Oh, it means, ’My, you’re ornately beautiful, my fritter.’ Yes. I like it too. Charming.”
In walk about five cousins with five dates and the subject shifts.
U/A/FC/G/FCTTR/FD/T/etc: “Are you dating anyone at the moment? Cousin so and so always brings a date to these get togethers. I think they’re engaged now. You never seem to bring anyone. So, do you have a special someone now?”
Me (What I will say): “Sadly, no. No one for now. Oh…..(blinking back tears)….when is the happy couple going to get married? Wonder if I’ll be a bridesmaid. When will this blessed event take place?”
Me (What I would love to say): “MYOB, MF. Oh, yes, there I go again. It’s such a marvelous phrase. Yes, you can say it to people too. Just give me the credit for it of course.”
Ah…..to go or not to go? That’s the question.
Yesterday, in a very emotional ceremony, Mr. Turkey, a 10 year old fowl hailing from Weakley County, received a full pardon from certain death by the county mayor.
There will be no axe or roasting pan waiting for Mr. Turkey this year as he will spend a relaxing Thanksgiving at home surrounded by friends and family.
I am actually flinching as I am typing this. I debated so many times over whether or not to post it, but someone talked me into it, so here I go.
Yesterday, I was purchasing gas for my vehicle at my usual fuel stop in town. Well, for whatever reason, I went over by a penny, so I had to reach into the car to get the penny. I opened the door, reached across the car to grab the little devil and at the same exact moment, a ghost, God, someone decided it would be funny for my pants to fall down, so down they fell. The penny was forgotten for one split second as I grabbed at my deviant britches to pull them back up, but alas, a huge 4 X 4 filled to the gills with farmers, hunters, etc. drove by the exact same moment that my pants had headed for the hills, or in this case, the valleys, and they rolled down their windows, whistled, screamed and asked for my number.
Ugh!!!! So there. If you needed a really good laugh on your Friday, here’s one at my expense. You’re welcome.
Remember when I shared that my cell phone wouldn’t ring and for a short period of time it was completely out of commission? Well, last night, the thing was positively possessed and for about five straight minutes, it turned itself on and off over and over again. A phone call came in and I tried to answer it, but it wouldn’t pick up and when I tried to call the person back, the numbers wouldn’t work until I’d closed the phone and given up on the call and then, mysteriously, the number dialed. Now, when I push the button to take a picture, the phone just shuts off. I either need a new one or an exorcist. Probably both.
Tomorrow, if it doesn’t rain, Bro. Finn and I might head over to the catfish pond and see how the fish are bitin’ with this cold snap coming through. We’ve boycotted a local lake because there just aren’t any fish in it. I mean it. I dare someone to try and catch something out of it (other than shiners). This afternoon, I’ll head over to the local bait shop and pick up some red worms and crickets. Maybe by providing the fish with a mini buffet, we’ll stand a better chance of catching something. The Farmer’s Almanac is predicting a good fishing day.
The weekend? Well, nothing’s going on…nothing, at least, in comparison to last Saturday. Don’t think I stand a snowball’s chance in hell of finding the Tennessee game on television. I’d love to go to it, but that’s out of the question now.
On Sunday, my brother is singing in a choir at the local Methodist Church as part of his Music History class project. He’s specifically told me (not anyone else, just me) not to come because they’re “terrible” and I’ll just spend the entire time laughing and stifling laughs until I tear up and die or have to leave. It’s not that I don’t want to come. I love sitting in church and listening to a good choir, but the thought of my 16 year old shaggy-headed, guitar-playing pimply brother in a suit attempting to sing soaring tenor, but sounding more like a dying cow on the high notes is just too much.Maybe I’ll come and take pictures. Oh, that’s right. I’ll just end up turning my phone off….
While I was covering a junior high (the correct term is now middle school, but I don’t think that will ever stick for me) basketball game last night, the Lipscomb Lady Bison were in the process of destroying Fisk, 123-22, on the basketball court. That’s a 101-point win for all the math majors out there and it’s one point away from shattering the all-time record for margin of victory.
Think Lipscomb must’ve left its starters in all game to run up the score? Nope. The bench scored 86 points.
Read the entire short article here.
Alright, I admit it. I had nearly convinced myself not to post anything about Saturday’s events. Everything went so extremely well that I just couldn’t believe that a blog post could do the event any justice whatsoever. And I still don’t. You just had to be there. But, here are just a few lines about the day.
As my friend Holly knows very well, any day starts out as a great day when you take a tumbler full of Fido’s coffee to get you perked up. My cousin and I met up here and braved the long line to get our java and chat for a couple of hours before heading across the street to shop a bit. We ended up over at Bosco’s where cuz took time out from her pizza (which she doused in pepper) to pose for a pic.
After Bosco’s we headed over to my cousin’s awesome place and chilled for a bit before heading over to a nearby restaurant/pub to meet up with Michael. What a time we had! I think we pretty much covered every subject in the period of what seemed like just a few minutes. We laughed, we sympathized, we empathized. It was amazing and I didn’t want the meeting to end, but as all good things must come to an end, so did this. Cousin left to babysit and I was dropped off at my car to begin the journey homeward.
Really, I know I keep saying this, but it couldn’t have gone any better if we had actually planned it. Normally, I get nervous and overexcited about meetings and usually end up dissatisfied after it’s all over, wishing I’d said or asked about something else, but this was just perfect.
Ah, not much has really happened lately. Oh, I mean, the usual things have taken place, but they really haven’t been blogworthy. I’m afraid nothingitis has set in again. For now, anyway.
Tomorrow should be fun, though. Should get the old blogging juices up and going again. I’m meeting up with my cousin I haven’t seen in a couple of years for coffee in what I feel might be the coolest java joint in the TN capital city (but, of course, I’m always ready to try other places on for size). Joining us will be a fellow blogger, fellow avid reader and fellow Vol fan extraordinaire. I’m really looking forward to it.
Tomorrow marks Tennessee’s matchup with the Razorbacks and the beginning of the Vols’ three-game quest of tackling tough SEC opponents on the way to a championship game date with (for now) LSU, but tonight marks the beginning of the state high school football playoffs. There are two teams from the county that will be playing in games tonight and each one has a very good shot of moving on to the next round. Squirrel Queen and I will be on the sidelines, braving the frigidity, covering the plays and silently cheering on the teams to victory.
My instincts tell me it’s gonna be a good night tonight and to go against one of my favorite heroines of literature, tomorrow will be more than just another day.
It would’ve been my rabbit Rascal’s 10th birthday today, but she died this past July. 
When I first met Ms. Henrietta about eight years ago, I remember almost asking out loud, “Who is this weird person?” She was wearing this crazy green hat and she came waltzing into the work place like she owned it. At the time, I’d never met a more outrageous, free-spirited individual….and I really wanted no part of it in the beginning.
But through college, we became inseparable. You’d never see one without the other in the later years of the collegiate life and we soon became deemed as the trouble makers, traveling in a pair with mischief not far behind.
After graduation, Henrietta moved on to bigger and better things and is now a teacher at Glenellen Elementary School in Clarksville.
So, now, in honor of her 29th birthday today, I’d like to dredge up a bit of the mayhem and memories, the thick and the thin, in the form of a toast.
Here’s to going to Atlanta twice in three days because we read some championship basketball tickets wrong. Here’s to Tuscumbia and nearly getting caught for accidentally setting the alarm off at the First Baptist Church. Here’s to the BCM at UTM. Here’s to Plumhuffinpuff and Hogenswallow. Here’s to unforgettable times over at your grandparents’ farm with your grandpa’s unending stories and Brer Rabbit Black Strap Molasses (UGH!!!). Here’s to not only entire days of laughing, but a few crying sessions as well to balance them out.
I could go on all day, but mostly, here’s to you.
If you’re reading this, please call. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you.
Happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I know you’ll eventually forgive me for the chipmunk picture.:)
Can you tell I’m mad? Yes, I’m mad. Very very mad. As mad as can be. So mad that I just randomly inserted little symbols in the title not really caring what dirty word I spelled out, so you can just use your imagination about it.
Why am I mad? I wasted away most of the afternoon and night watching one of the most highly anticipated football games ever and my team was kicking tail, holding the opposing supposed demi-gods to very few successful drives and rendering the sportscasters who were on the side of the demi-gods quite speechless or at least lackluster in their calling…..”Oh, another interception….at the goal line….oh, ho hum.”
And in the last quarter, with a few key players gone, they just decided to help the other team remain undefeated and blew a 10-point lead.
Now, everyone can still sing the praises and hymns of the demi-gods. And I can’t do my hallelujah post about the other team’s winning.
And, for some reason, all my yelling at the T.V. did absolutely nothing to help.
Last Friday night was the first time in my many times of standing on the sidelines covering high school football that I actually wanted to cry for the team I was standing around. And they even won the game.
The game marked the last contest of the 2007 season and the team I was covering really needed two items to fall into place to extend its season into the playoffs. The team obviously needed to defeat the opposing team on the field that night — a team heavily favored and sporting a rich history of success — but, also, a neighboring region opponent needed to lose its game that night and it too was facing a team heavily favored with a rich history.
When the team took the field and immediately overcame heavy penalties by putting together a successful scoring drive, I knew the players had accepted the challenge and were making a push for the playoffs. And it stayed that way for the entire game. The team not only beat the opponent, but the players put on an all-out massacre, limiting the visitors to very minimal yardage on the ground and through the air. In the second quarter, they took out the quarterback, rendering him with an ankle injury and in the third quarter they took out a key runningback with an ankle injury as well. The temperature was freezing, but the team was on fire. Not only were the players wearing out the defense with lengthy possessions on offense, but they seemed to have luck on their side as every kick took a bounce to their advantage, every penalty seemed to go in their favor and most every rush by the opposing runningbacks was snuffed out.
They were jubilant. As the first string came out in the fourth quarter, they were throwing their helmets in the air. The scoreboard read 40-6. It was a solid regional victory. The crowd, under their blankets and heavy coats, was cheering for a team destined to make the playoffs in what had been a lengthy drought.
And then the score of the other game was announced. The other team, equally ready for the playoff push, had done the unthinkable as well and had knocked off the heavily favored team. And just like that…..it was over. A huge victory, but the ending of a season.
Last night, I nearly, just nearly, found myself putting on my haunted theatre paint only to realize 20 minutes before walking out the door that the people at the board meeting might not find it too amusing. Yes, I was that close to going to a school board meeting in my war paint.
Today, I woke up with an itchy rash all over my arms, face and neck (all the places I normally put the paint). It never happened on any of the other days I decorated with the stuff while I was actually having to work the haunted theatre….only when I didn’t work it for a day.
Geez. When I don’t drink coffee in the morning, I get a horrible headache, but withdrawals from spooking? You gotta be kidding me.
Two words to sum up the success of last night’s final performance of the haunted theatre: No breaks. We got started around 8 p.m. and as soon as the clock struck the hour, people began lining up and didn’t slow down until 10:30. Jason and I figured we’d be hit with either the extreme of having mostly young children or the other extreme of having those pesky older more experienced critics who’d stifle all their screams even if they had been scared. Oh, how wrong we were!
A couple of the groups that came through towards the beginning of the night…….oh, I wish I had recorded their reaction! As soon as I jumped out of the barrel and screamed, “Seven days!!!” they let out the screams and yelps of the painful variety (painful to anyone’s ears who just happened to be around) and fell backwards on the corn. Needless to say, Jason and I had more than our fair share of high fives after many of the groups went through.
Over the past six nights, the room went through many name changes…..The Corn Room, Children of the Corn Room, The Corn Field…….but, a few nights ago, it was pegged by one of the guides with a very interesting name that stuck, but the mid-aged groups seemed to love it. The minute the guide came through and said, “This is my marijuana patch,” the name stuck. Jason and I began to lovingly refer to the plants around us as our cornijuana crop.
The only disappointment of the night was that I was actually planning to trick or treat (why not? I was already in costume and all I needed was a sack for the candy. I’m short enough to pass for a kid. Who cares about age?) but the performance ended at too late of an hour for me to make a decent attempt.
I really am going to miss the theatre.
Anyone have any leftover Halloween candy to share? Anyone?
What do you say?