So, Friday, I hunted through the office closet to find both boxes of decorations, the first was directly in front of me, but it was the box of crappy decorations; sorry, but I'm not a fan of happy lavender spiders and kiddy crap; I need scary; I'd even prefer shit-your-pants frightening, but, failing that, scary will do.
Knowing that the good decorations weren't in any of the random boxes on the closet's top shelf, I eventually had the closet sufficiently turned inside out; boxes were everywhere; and both cats were taking turns circling my legs trying to trip me, and burying themselves in the nooks and crannies of the closet.
At this point, exhausted from the weight of the week, I pulled down the first box from the top shelf of the closet, just so I could say:
"Ha, Brain, I told you they weren't up there, you smug little prick!!"...and there were our good decorations.
"You win this round, Brain.."My brain said nothing, it just sat there, squishy and pink.
In the good box, were the decorations that my wife, Alex, and I had bought together; and the little bat bow tie that our first cat, Jasper wore last year. Also in the box were the torturous wings and antennae that we put on our dog Misty!
|Misty, being tortured|
|Ame, moments before cat-explody|
What did we expect her to do? She's a cat, of course she's gonna hate it.
Alex couldn't resist the temptation to get Jasper a new costume too.. It looks like he'll be Brisco County Jr. this Hallowe'en!
|Misty, willing my head to implode.|
After Ame's fit, Misty tried on the hat and was ready for Hogwarts!
(DON'T JUDGE HER!! She loves Harry Potter.)
Let the torture begin!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!