I resent Halloween: it’s so close to my birthday that I long ago gave up trying to compete with all the parties going on then.
I don’t announce my exact birthdate; that way I tell myself I’ll be less disappointed when no one remembers it. It doesn’t work, really. I’m not fond of cake; I’m tempted to throw things if someone threatens to sing at me – but I do wish someone other than immediate family would give me a drink and a kiss. It’s worse than average this year because I’m between jobs and therefore there’s little to distract me from my solitude.
That said, my stepsiblings have invited me to get drunk this evening (which is not necessarily the nominal date of this post), and I think I’ll take them up on it.
Err, I’m up for the drink bit … or maybe you can take me to the range and we can do the trade we did last time – I’ll get the ammo and you can get the hardware 🙂
Ten things JDM hates about Halloween
(I like Bit-O-Honey.)
This year I have a job, but am sitting at home with a cold strong enough to merit a warning label: “Do not operate heavy machinery. Avoid contact with elderly.”