Oh, that is lovely! Iâm going to save it to show little kitty when she gets home
Happy Halloween â from the Paul Lynde Halloween Special | MATTHEWâS ISLAND
Paul Lynde was one of my favorite gay TV aunties growing up. He and a few others taught me at a very early age that people are people, and love is love.
I still adore him soooo much!
Favorite costume of the evening was a two year old dressed up as the Johnny Depp version of Sweeney Todd.
Sweeney Toddler.
Spouse and Kitty have returned. She has nearly as much candy as we gave out (200?). He got two jello shots, a red cup of spiked cider that had at least 2 shots of cinnamon whiskey, a potion, and a homebrew beer.
Haunted house on Halloween | MATTHEWâS ISLAND
Freaky Halloween witch from days of yore | MATTHEWâS ISLAND
Halloween cards | MATTHEWâS ISLAND
Halloween warning | MATTHEWâS ISLAND
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Step into the woods.
4th card postmarked October 31, 1924
Vintage Halloween
Early 1900s
Alfred Hitchcock Halloween photo | MATTHEWâS ISLAND
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Stone cold.
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The meals he made on full moon nights were exquisite.
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The real truth.
Wow, yâall do Halloween right!
Not a single trick-or-treater in our neighborhood, even before the much needed rain arrived.
We live at the end of a dead end street, in the literal last house on the left, so we donât usually get many trick-or-treaters. According to a quick scan of the porch camera, we got only one family. Who took our entire very large bowl of candy.
They did leave us the bowl at least.
What fucking assholes. Hope they get tummyaches.
Well, it depends. If someone did that dressed up as say Daffy Duck, Iâd have to admire their dedication to the bit.
It sure sounds like they incarnated as the âhungry ghostsâ described in Buddhism and Taoism. Insatiable desire, selfish greed ⊠for candy so tempting to them that they couldnât take a fair share. Sad.
One of the fond memories of my youth is when the adults at the houses would dress up for trick or treat. I remember at a tender age being rather unnerved by a green witch.
As I was putting out tonightâs trick or treat bowl, I thought of an easy way to be scary for Halloween. The bowl was placed on a column directly in front of a narrow window which runs from floor to ceiling by the door. My plan was to be seated inside, dimly lit so that one wouldnât notice me until one is on the patio to get the treats. And even then, not clearly seen.
And I would just be sitting there.
Not moving.
Just watching.
But I thought that might be too real for the kiddies. (And their parents.)
But considering tonight, I should have done it.
One year, the parents waited on the walkway or bottom steps as a group of kiddie winkies came up for their goodies. Our very expensive looking Anubis kitty was sat near one of the columns, right next to the pumpkin and little gourds, being preternaturally still.
One of the kids saw her at the last moment, and started a little. We gave them their candy, and they asked, âIs that cat real ?â Mom and I assured them she was indeed real. Anubis remained still for a little longer, then slowly turned her head, and turned her golden eyes on the child, who screamed, beginning a screaming chain reaction of children flying back down the stairs.
Anubis calmly watched, and the parents all laughed their arses off. Anubis then turned back to staring at whatever had held her attention for so long to begin with.
We do not have even one outlet on or near the front of the house, I am a bit jelly of displays we can not have.
Kidd Jr. refused to pass out candy, and I got stuck working until 7 due to Mr. Kidd failing to do contingency planning for fire wood delivery (tl;dr - didnât leave the cash at home for The Wood Guy, I had to drive to the Detroit shit plant to retrieve it from him because his underground utility contractor fucked up at lunch time - twice.) All the same, we managed to carve the pumpkin with our most recent horror: