I couldn’t bring myself to write anything yesterday, so we put up Halloween decorations. Whee! Hobkin dove at one of the garlands, murder gleaming in his little eyes, when I let an end dangle too low. It was very cute. But it definitely reinforced: “must keep decorations out of reach of eager paws.”
It’s beginning to look a lot like Halloween . . .
And the publisher of Planet Relish called me about the Fiction Editor position. The interview was, well, it went. I’m not good at phone interviews. I’ll know his final decision in a few days. Either way, I’m okay with it. If I got it, it’d be fun, and excellent experience. But it’d also be a huge drain on my time, and it doesn’t have monetary compensation. *shrugs* So, I’m not that worked up about it.
What are you dressing up as?
And don’t tell me you’re not dressing up.
Hell, I expect HOBKIN to have a costume.
Heeheehee.
When we were researching skunks as pets and trying to figure out if one was right for us, we went to a skunk show in Florida. They had a costume contest. It was so cute. I thought I would die from an overdose of cute. I even helped one of the skunk owners dress one of her critters in a bumblebee outfit. (He placed too!) Cute cute cute cute cute!
But the expressions on the skunks faces! “God, I hope none of my friends see me.” I know I shouldn’t subject Hobkin to that. I’d be a bad, evil person if I made him wear costume. But, gah, so cute!
And hell yah, I’m dressing up for Halloween! It should be a law that people have to don costumes for Halloween. But, um, I’m not sure what I wanna be yet. I’m thinking bunny. I’ve done the gamut: French maid, nurse, vampire (duh), Red Riding Hood, she-devil. But I haven’t donned fuzzy ears and a tail yet.
I’m a sucker for the classics.
How ’bout you?