- A CONSTANT stream of morbidly dressed children came to our door Halloween night. Gary was proud he had bought twelve bags of candy. He has decided this is exactly the right amount. Earlier (at about four in the afternoon) he had decided what we REALLY needed to rope in the kids was one of those illuminated Halloween balloons that almost dwarf the house. (If you just clicked that link because you don't know what I'm talking about then you live in a) a classy neighborhood or b) New Zealand.) Happily, as soon as he decided we need a giant spider he realized that it was four and we couldn't buy one and get back by "four-thirty, when the little kids start coming out." So, just like a scary movie, I thought my Halloween torment was over and then it bursts up from its grave.
- So, when did baseball decide it could use instant replay? Evidently TWENTY FOUR YEARS AFTER WE NEEDED IT IN SAINT LOUIS. Yes, I'm still pissed off about the '85 World Series. I am a little disgusted the Worst Call in the History of Baseball does not have its own Wikipedia page. Like http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Worst_Call_In_The_History_of_Baseball.
- Tonight I had a nice call with Carol (The Forgotten Bridesmaid). She talked about running and how "easy" it is.
I said, "Yeah. Remember the time in high school we went running together and I collapsed on your front lawn and puked my guts up?"
An embarrassed laugh. "I think of that every time I run."
So, good. I am glad that every time Carol runs she thinks, "Keep going! Ellen would be puking right now!" I live to inspire.