Hi there. I've steadily been feeling guiltier and guiltier about blog neglect, but still not having many inspiring thoughts. Y'all can thank my long walk and Modest Mouse for this one. I probably have a bazillion pics I could have blogged about, I will try to slowly catch up. The upshot is, yeah, we're all okay. Some of us more than others (Al in lurve is sooo annoying)
I've been dealing with stuff that I'm sure most of you know about, and it has made me cranky and uncommunicative. I have hope that someday it will all be over and I can ha ha ha laugh about it here, but right now, not so much.
Hmmm, updates. I still work in deli hell, but I'm getting better at pasting on a smile with rude ass customers, I've found that pisses them off even more, which gives me a little internal happy. Annie is totally being tortured by braces, the latest horror they perpetrated is install this thing that pulls her jaw forward. It's to correct her bird like profile, and it's freaky how much it changes the shape of her face. She still maintains she was okay with her crooked teeth and she wishes we had left well enough alone.
As mentioned before, Al is in lurve and annoying. She's going to see the girlfriend this weekend, got a ride with a nice person that we've never met who she hopefully won't be murdered and chopped up by. If she is, well, we at least have a phone number and a reaaaallly interesting backstory. The nice upshot of all this longterm depression is nice weight loss, Al and her girlfriend got into a "whose mom is hotter" discussion last night and Al was arguing vehemently on my behalf. Now, granted, there may have been a whole subtext and they were really arguing about whose mom is a bigger hot mess, but I prefer to think it was the former.
Terry is fine too, the poor guy just floats through the flotsam and jetsam, trying not to look at the wreckage too closely. He often refers to one of his fave books, called " A Spot of Bother."
That would be my froggy Lord Spectre of the Sluggoth Clan in the pic, doing his float through life too. I don't know how the thing keeps alive, he can't catch a shrimp bite to save his soul. He keeps getting bigger though, and now he croakily sings to me at night, so I guess he's happy. Or maybe looking for a lady frog. Can't help you there, fella. I'll just throw some more shrimp bites at you.
I'm putting mine and Terry's first, because frankly I think we're the only ones who didn't dial it in this year. He did a Franken-pumpkin, and I went with trying to recreate Zombie Jim from the Facebook Zombie Pets game. Yeah, I play a Facebook game, and probably more than I should, what of it? It's fun taking care of itty pixilated dead persons, and gardening my exotic flora. And oh, that's Al working her Meijer uniform in the background there. 
The whole pumpkin crew. Al supposedly did Itty's face on hers, and frankly, I don't know what the hell Annie's is supposed to be. She just made two big eye holes and then painted some stuff on it. Maybe it's some anime character? This Halloween kinda blows, Terry's parents aren't coming over, Al has to work, and Annie decided to ditch us for the neighborhood across the street. I didn't even make the usual chili, I'm making "mummy dogs" this year, and I guess Terry and I will just sit here handing out candy and feeling sorry for ourselves. But then maybe the candy will help with that. :)
