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Tuesday, November 01, 2005

 

Post-Halloween Wrap-Up

Had our first trick-or-treater in years. "Bob the Builder", aka "Boy" from the Life in Alaska blog, showed up with his dad at about 8 p.m. Despite the fact that we were completely unprepared for trick-or-treaters Dame Coldfoot was able to scrounge up a can of spaghetti sauce and some pastel camels she said were mints. He popped one into his mouth, Dame Coldfoot assured him it would soften up after a while.

The next time you hear about "crazies" who ruin Halloween for everyone, think "Dame Coldfoot".

I missed the whole event, 'cause I was napping prior to going to work at 11 p.m.

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I got a private message from some-unnamed-body asking if I really was a nurse and a cab driver. I deleted the message by mistake before responding, so I will respond here. Hopefully, the some-unnamed-body reads this blog as well as the good blog from which this question arises.

I plead guilty on both counts, although I am a Low Paid Nurse (LPN) not an RN. I haven't driven a cab since I walked off the job a few months ago (read about that here, don't confuse it with the story about getting fired from my third job for counseling my boss on her unprofessional attitude). The dishonest dispatcher was recently fired, so I am looking forward to the day another full-time nurse is hired so I can cut back to part-time nursing and resume cab driving a few days each week.

Good gaming
Coldfoot

Comments:
I hate to be the first one to correct you (NOT), but Bob the Builder showed up at 6:30pm. He happily accepted some fruit snacks and a bag of Cheetos (since those are forever banned during game nights). I'm saving the camels to serve at our next game night.

I would have asked Bob and his crew to stay a while, but they left their fellow cohort, the Stay-Puft marshmallow kid, in the running Wildermobile. While Bob was busy checking out our Little Princess and Soccer Champ, Bob's mom and dad asked if we were busy this weekend? Feel like playing pinochle in the neightbors hot tub this weekend??

FYI: "Crazies who ruin Halloween" are old spinsters living alone with 400 screeching cats who hand out toothbrushes and Swisher Sweets to trick-or-treaters--not me!
 
Heh heh heh.

The Boy loved the Cheetos, and indeed bragged about them and the fruit snacks at the next stop on his adventure . . .

And, it's finally cold enough for the hot tub!!!
 
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