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What the fuck indeed. There are some scary puppet shows out there. Mr. Rogers is a prime example. His puppets were weak.

Okay, so if we can't talk Muppets, we have to say what everyone is going to be for Halloween, even if you're not actually dressing up for Halloween. Make something up. QT, we know you're going as a naughty nurse. So you get to pick other people's costumes.

Mr. Rogers is flat out disturbing.

Mr. Rogers' puppets were musty. Yes. I almost used that word first time. Jack, do we share a brain?

My husband and I decided to use our old costumes because we waited too long to buy them. My husband is going as the catholic school girl and I'm going to be the nun with a ruler.

"My husband is going as the catholic school girl and I’m going to be the nun with a ruler."

LOL, I don't even want to know what happens after the party!

"Bob Ross!"

But where will you find hair big enough?

I was going to suggest Andy Warhol.

If I wasn't a lapsed catholic I'd worry that I was going to burn in Hell.

LOL, I don’t even want to know what happens after the party!

_brings pinky to lips_

I don't have a good answer for the costume question. If it wouldn't freak out my conservative neighbors, I'd dress up as a vampire chick.

Not very creative, but...

I’d dress up as a vampire chick.

You mean a yellow fuzzy baby chicken vampire?

I was a vampire once, and a bride of dracula another time. Sadly that was the last time I dressed up, like 15 years ago, even though I love Halloween. I need to get a life.

"You mean a yellow fuzzy baby chicken vampire?"

Exactly.

If it bothers you to put your hand in it, you should find a new hobby.

I can imagine.

Once you have kids Halloween becomes more about finding the kids a costume. But sometimes it's fun if you think of a good one.

Huh? What did I do?

"Once you have kids Halloween becomes more about finding the kids a costume. But sometimes it’s fun if you think of a good one"

I get all obsessed and excert way too much energy trying to find the perfect costume. Then I make them pose for 500 photos and generally suck every last bit of joy out of the whole experience.

"I was talking to myself for a minute there… I thougt I was alone. The HORROR!"

Huh? What? When? Where? Did you venture into the heart of darkness?

I was talking to myself for a minute there… I thougt I was alone. The HORROR!

You mean that's....not....normal? (speaking to oneself that is)

"As a vampire should Jamie."

But of course.

My monsters are going to be a fairy and a cow.
The cow costume was the only one we could find in my son's size (he's not quite two) it's pretty darn cute actually.

"So what are the little monsters going to be this time around?"

My toddler is going to be a pink pig, and my 5-yr-old is going to be an evil-looking medieval knight. They both insisted on picking their own costumes, though my daugther wanted to be a cat but we had to go through this big search for the perfect cat costume which i bought on Ebay but which then didn't fit her so we had to scramble to find another costume and she likes pink pigs.

Cute! My daughter was a cow two years ago. That was her best costume ever.

I'm being beckoned to bed. (hush you two!) Ciao, people. Behave!

My daughter is just now at the age of realizing that Halloween is all about acquiring mass amounts of candy. She's pretty psyched.

Night Jamie. I should go too. And I know Jack has an early wake up time.

Why all the shooshing?

I don't know. I thought we were being good little bloggers.

You normally get up at 4:30? That's inhuman. Why are you here? You need sleep man!

I know, it's bloggers addiction. The curiosity about what else has been posted. You know about curiosity and the cat.......maybe Fuch's is one of us...

Ok. Really. I must go to bed.

Night Jack.

Where o where has my little thread gone, where o where can it be?

Where is everybody?

Helloooooo?

Where is everybody?

I am here. No sign of a thread bubble.

I am here. No sign of a thread bubble.

I knew you were lurking. :)

Just call us The Society for the Preservation of Huh, AKA SPHUH.

hats the way…sphuh huh, sphuh huh…

thats the way….sphuh huh… sphuh huh….

Uh oh. I feel a theme song in the making.

If a person brings so much courage into the world that the world must kill him to break him, so of course it kills him. The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those it cannot break it will kill. It kills the very good, the very gentle, and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these things the world will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Or it will merely merrily maim you, if you are unlucky.

"If a person brings so much courage into the world that the world must kill him to break him, so of course it kills him. The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those it cannot break it will kill. It kills the very good, the very gentle, and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these things the world will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."

Surfer-X, you sound way depressed. My probably useless thoughts: the world is always better for having met with the brave and the good, even if for a very short time. The world may sometimes break them, but it doesn't kill them. They're eventually released from its crappy confines and go on to a place more deserving of their presence. Maybe that sounds trite, but I believe it's true.

"How is “SPHUH” like home prices in prime areas?"

Sticky on the way down? All the good stuff is. :-P