Friday, November 15, 2013

The Big Queasy

Out of town wedding.  New Orleans.  Everybody in the family sick.  One hotel room that I'll refer to hereafter as "The Leper Colony."  Hot beignets.  A close personal relationship with the Canal Street Walgreens pharmacist.  Enough cough drop wrappers to line the interior of the Sistine Chapel twice over.  Stuffed animals on benders.

And you have not lived if you haven't ended up sharing a bed in an urgent care with your spouse.

Friday, November 1, 2013


The trickrtreetin' went pretty well this year.  We're the bell cow for the neighborhood and generally hit the road just after six.  Yes, we are those people.

So we had HM King Peter the Magnificent (High King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, etc. etc.) and THE Princess and THE Frog.  Playing the part of Peter was Jack, Caroline was of course the princess, and we talked our own beloved Fernando, whom most of you know as Bobo (don't ask), into going as the frog.  We had to give him a bigger 401(k) match, but it seemed a small price to pay.

Majesty and I went as Mildly Amused Middle Class Suburbanites.

BUT FIRST we had to get some work done down at the office.  Gotta keep the lights on at Cair Paravel, y'know.

Happa Howeeween, everybody.