Trick or Treat or Not

Each year for the past however many years mom and dad would buy a bag of treats, have maybe a visiting goblin or two or none, and devour the candy themselves afterwards.  Candy- especially chocolate- is a downfall for both of them, and as much as they love it they chide themselves after eating it.  So this year they've decided not to get any treats.  We live at a large property as we have in the past, but I guess they're expecting no visitors.  Dad has been known to scare kids unintentionally and otherwise, and admits to being mean to his siblings growing up, scaring them just because he could.  Here's an awesome Halloween decoration he found and photographed in a store recently, something he says he'd loved to have had in his youth to disturb the sleep of his brothers & sisters and frighten the neighboring kids.  He's really such a nice, sweet gentle guy (is that good enough, dad?), so we're not sure of the root of his mild sadomasochistic penchant.

Here Bunny Bunny

So whatever you end up doing for tricks or treats-

The Sleep Collection

No, this isn't a mattress store advertisement. Different seasons, different places, different positions, but one loved, pampered happy old girl.

 

Birthday Thanks and Other Stuff

So the dumb*ss dinglehoozie intended to mention his appreciation for all y'all's Birthday greetings in a previous post, but, well, the first part of this sentence explains why that never happened. Better late than never, I suppose.  Anyhoo, as we've mentioned about a hundred bazillion times over the span of this blog's life dad's up early most days.  I've been staying on the bed with mom where it's nice and warm, and one morning recently dad, ever the lover of silhouettes and black and white photos, grabbed this shot of me through the door as daylight seeped through the blinds. 

With the onset of cooler temps, and in addition to the afghan getting put on the bed the favorite fleece blanket use is ramping up.  Mom and dad sat out on the deck one recent afternoon enjoying the fresh air.  So, yeah, they're sitting outside.  Shivering.  With sweatshirts.  And the fleece.  Can someone please explain these two to me?