Archive for November, 2005

Halloween, part deux

Leash was kind enough to point out that I have had another Senior Moment. My faulty memory reported in my Halloween posting that I once sang Christmas carols on Halloween with Santa, Mrs. Claus, and two presents. Well, in reality, the group consisted of Mrs. Claus, an elf, and two presents. And, not only did we sing carols, we even choreographed the numbers. Whew! I feel better now that the error has been corrected. :)

Last night I got to talk to my bud’s little 4-year-old (I’ll call him C). Holy smokes, I can’t believe he’s 4! Well, C loves to chatter and I love to listen to him. So I got to hear about his pizza dinner and weekend activities. Then he told me about his Halloween costume.

“For Halloween I was Superman!”

“Superman,” I said. “That is so cool! Did you get a lot of candy?”

“Mmmmmm, yes.” He rushes on, because 4-year-olds really don’t care about pause in conversation. “What were YOU for Halloween?”

“Oh, well I didn’t dress up for Halloween.”

“Why?”

“We were busy giving candy to little kids like you.”

“But, Becca, I don’t live anywhere near you.”

It took a minute for my sluggish 30-year-old brain to catch up with such lightening speed. “Well, sweetie,” I explained. “Kids get candy everywhere on Halloween.”

“Oh… Well. BYE!”

At which point I hear little feet carry the phone across the room back to mom. And that was that.

Testing, 1, 2, 3…

This is a test post to see if my new e-mail notification is working. Sorry it’s not more creative than this. ;)

Here kitty…

Here I am, sitting at work, minding my own business, when I hear a jingling noise moving down the hallway outside my door. I’m thinking, “Is there a cat in here?!” It totally sounded like one of my cats when they wear their jingly collars (which, I’ll admit, lasted a whole 12 hours). Anyway, I poked my head out the door and all I saw was a group of people walking down the hall.

jingle. jingle.

Ah ha! It’s that lady! Yup, an adult woman in a professional office building apparently decided that wearing bells on her shoes was a good idea. Which begs the question: Huh?

Don’t get me wrong! I remember in the 8th grade when wearing bells on your shoes was, like, the totally rad thing to do. But bells in the workplace? In 2005? I’m skeptical.

And I keep looking for that damned cat.