Boo Bats

I did a lot of this and that this weekend. One of the things I did was make some Halloween cards, like this one. It feels a wee bit early for Halloween however.

Although hubby says that a neighbor has decorated their gate with a witch hat already, so either it isn't really too early for Halloween or else their mother-in-law was visiting...

The Fine Print: Bats by Inky Antics, Boo by A Muse Artstamps, dies by Spellbinders, designer paper from a friend and ribbon from my stash. 

Bah!

I'm sick again! This is the second holiday in a row.  I feel picked on. And snotty.  And cranky.  And really, really hot, but that's just right now.  Earlier I was feeling as cold as these guys.

The Fine Print: Stamp by Inky Antics, paper by DCWV, ribbon from DeNami and bad attitude brought to you by germs, evil smelly germs.

Today's Post

I thought I had a couple more frogs to share with you today but apparently only one of them stayed still for a photograph and even then he was a tad camera shy.

I spent the afternoon outside today, which is scary because there is pollen outside.  We went to the pumpkin patch which had a corn maze, hay stack climb, petting zoo, wagon rides, and of course, pick your own pumpkin.  There was a lot more there too but it was filled with those small sticky humans commonly referred to as 'children,' possibly more scary than pollen since they don't make an over the counter drug for those.

Corn Maze
Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter



My new friends "Veal" and "Hamburger"



The pumpkins I picked
(apparently the cameraman didn't think pumpkins were photo worthy)
(I suspect the boobs distracted him)

The Fine Print: Stamps by Inky Antics, punches by Martha, dies by Spellbinders, corn, cows, pumpkins and pollen courtesy of Mother Nature.

Counter Response

Today I met this very paranoid person in the laundry room.  He was quite upset that I took his clothes out of the dryer that had stopped 10 minutes ago and folded then.  He was upset that I touched them.  And for the record, his clothes weren't anything special and I never once sniffed the crotch of anything. Never mind that they were clean and I have no sense of smell, that ain't my thang. 

But old Brad, he wouldn't let it go and wouldn't accept my apology.  He ranted on and on and on very out of proportion for the situation.  He went on to say that the next thing I'll be doing is taking his wet clothes out of the dryer to use his time up.  That makes no sense because our dryers are free.  But it did make me think to myself, "No, Brad, if I wanted to mess with you like you seem to think I want to, I would take your clothes out of the dryer and pee on them."   Because I'm that kind of girl.  And I have to pee a lot.  And once you let it known that you are that irrationally paranoid I have an over-whelming urge to mess with you.  

Over dinner I told my husband about Brad the Paranoid and he said that probably Brad was posting to his blog about how the Gang Stalkers were indeed after him as evidenced by how they sullied his clothes today.  So I said I'd have to post my counter response and here it is.  But yes, Brad, even though I just met you, I am after you.  Tonight, I'm going to break into your apartment and watch you as you sleep.  I may even touch your toothbrush.

The Fine Print: I touched my husband's clean clothes, took them out of the dryer, and folded them today too, becuase I figured once you're headed for Hell you might as well make a trip of it.  He was disappointed I didn't run them between my legs or rub them up against my naked breasts.  Patterned papers by DCWV, border punch by Martha, frog stamps by Inky Antics, greeting by Hero Arts, scalloped squares by Marvy.  Crap how many weridos do you think the words "sniffed the crotch," "naked breasts" and irrationally paranoid" are going to bring to my blog?  What the heck, the more the merrier!

Biology 101: How to Dissect that Pesky Neighbor Dog

I work at a school, not only is it a school, but it is an institution of higher learning.  You've heard the saying, "Those who can, do.  Those who can't, teach?"  Well, I can't do but I don't teach.  What I do do (heh heh, she said "doo doo") sometimes is answer the incoming switchboard.  Anyone who insists that there is no such thing as a stupid question has never answered a call center.  M'hum, that's what I'm saying.

Not all inquiries are stupid.  Some are curious.  Yesterday I got a call from a lady who wanted to know if we had any biology courses where you could do dissection.  I perused our course descriptions, but alas, none of them said, "You will cut open former living things in this course."  Since I didn't know the answer I transferred the  Dexter Wannabe to the science department.

Later I mentioned to a coworker the serial-killer-in-training call I recieved.  The coworker shrugged me off saying that the lady was probably a squeamish person who was trying to avoid doing dissection.  Oh.  Yeah, I suppose that makes sense.  I like my version of reality better.

What does that have to do with today's cards?  What did I say about stupid questions?

The Fine Print: No frogs or pesky neighbor dogs were harmed in the making of this post.  The lady and the frog stamp by Inky Antics, Perfectly Good Frog saying by Ann-ticipations, corner punch by Carl.  Single frog stamp by Ann-ticipations, Kissed Them All saying by Inky Antics, border punch by Fiskars.