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October 14, 2005
Halloween
First off, let me just say that I HATE BLOG SPAMMERS. Here I am, innocently checking email only to discover 23 comments from urls with viagra prominently displayed somewhere. Sigh.
So I've accepted an invitation to a Halloween party, which is fantastic because I love these guys and I know they throw a great party. Now the problem is that I need a costume. Have you seen the crappy "adult" costumes you can buy at the store?
I was at Target today with Ms. Janie, wunderkind of my sister's loins. As part of my efforts to drag out the shopping experience as long as humanely possible (I was condemned to playing school--my most hated of pretend games--when we got home), we looked at all the costumes. On the way home (in between singing at the top of our lungs), I was discussing the fact that there were no good costumes at the store, when Janie beamed with excitement and said she knew what I could be.
She suggested I dress up as her aunt.
After carefully pondering this suggestion, I delicately hinted that for this party I actually needed a costume. I was immediately told that there was no problem. I could get dressed as her aunt in secret, and then have it be a surprise when I showed up at the party.
I looked down at what I was wearing, and decided that perhaps people would think I was a couch potato.
And now, may I present one of Janie's original masterpieces of lyrical beauty:
(In a warbling tone of innocence)
Oh the streets are flooded
And I can't fly away because I have to stay in the house
And the saints walk past us
And my mother says to me why are you sad
And so I told her
The water is up to my knees
And I can't know the colors of the children
So I'll fly away.
These children, they are sponges. We had just been talking about Hurricane Katrina, and singing "I'll Fly Away" and "When The Saints Go Marching In".
My goal this afternoon (part two of the whole-day babysitting adventure) is to get her to sing some of these gems for the video camera. Then, she will be beholden to me forever.
