We can't all be the good witch.....
We all like to think we are the good witch but the truth is, there is always someone waiting in the weeds, hoping a house will fall on us so they can snatch our pumps. Then they call all their friends, get high on lollipops and if we are really lucky, even the mayor jumps on board to gloat. Been there?
For the first time in years, I went to a Halloween party Saturday night. I'm not big into Halloween but I love to dress up. Never did as a kid. Never wore pink. I was the girl who thought more of Malibu Barbie's Corvette than her prom gown. That was even if you could get me to even play with Barbie. I was more into exploring and rockhunting..
Anyway, my plan for this party was to be the Good witch or some sort; a fairy, a woodland witch or something like that. The hub could be Frankenstein - that is plausible for him. But, I was planning on being cute, sexy and sweet.
I grabbed my gear and headed to my bathroom to start the transformation - makeup and such. I really don't know what happened but, the darkness came. The black eyeliner jumped into my hand and went to town on my face. Cute little swoopie lines went to evil heights and the good witch was no more. I'm a brunette and you know we are never allowed to be the "good" ones anyway - we always end up being the vamps. I never did do "cute" well, I was disappointed that I could not summon a good witch to save my life but, if a house fell on me tonight, at least I would understand.
As we drove up to the party, all the cute little munchkins were flitting here and there when Frankenstein and I walked up. We had our concerns. Would they run and hide in the flowers or dance on our heads and sing annoying little songs with lollipops in hand?
It went great. The hippies, misfits, big-boobed cross dressers, Frankenstein and I got to see the Giants win the pennant while noshing eyeball deviled eggs and later I met up with one of the reps from Munchkinland.
Lacy was a well spoken little one. A close-talker but quite congenial. I tucked my feet close under my rear and enjoyed a pleasant conversation with her while she shared her sweets and wisdom. Ultimately, she offered me her shoes. Minnie Mouse with sparkles. I let her keep them. I am after all, a good witch.
We all like to think we are the good witch but the truth is, there is always someone waiting in the weeds, hoping a house will fall on us so they can snatch our pumps. Then they call all their friends, get high on lollipops and if we are really lucky, even the mayor jumps on board to gloat. Been there?
For the first time in years, I went to a Halloween party Saturday night. I'm not big into Halloween but I love to dress up. Never did as a kid. Never wore pink. I was the girl who thought more of Malibu Barbie's Corvette than her prom gown. That was even if you could get me to even play with Barbie. I was more into exploring and rockhunting..
Anyway, my plan for this party was to be the Good witch or some sort; a fairy, a woodland witch or something like that. The hub could be Frankenstein - that is plausible for him. But, I was planning on being cute, sexy and sweet.
I grabbed my gear and headed to my bathroom to start the transformation - makeup and such. I really don't know what happened but, the darkness came. The black eyeliner jumped into my hand and went to town on my face. Cute little swoopie lines went to evil heights and the good witch was no more. I'm a brunette and you know we are never allowed to be the "good" ones anyway - we always end up being the vamps. I never did do "cute" well, I was disappointed that I could not summon a good witch to save my life but, if a house fell on me tonight, at least I would understand.
As we drove up to the party, all the cute little munchkins were flitting here and there when Frankenstein and I walked up. We had our concerns. Would they run and hide in the flowers or dance on our heads and sing annoying little songs with lollipops in hand?
It went great. The hippies, misfits, big-boobed cross dressers, Frankenstein and I got to see the Giants win the pennant while noshing eyeball deviled eggs and later I met up with one of the reps from Munchkinland.
Lacy was a well spoken little one. A close-talker but quite congenial. I tucked my feet close under my rear and enjoyed a pleasant conversation with her while she shared her sweets and wisdom. Ultimately, she offered me her shoes. Minnie Mouse with sparkles. I let her keep them. I am after all, a good witch.
wyldewolfe:
lol glad you had fun