Sunday Dithers

Spookity darlings, how are we?

I am lounging on this sleepy Sunday with nothing terribly threatening on the week's docket.  So delicious, mein chatzen, to watch ten straight episodes of Project Runway and not feel like I'm punching Future Me in the productivity.  Halloween may be fraught with nightmares, but Tim Gunn chasing Swatch is the stuff of my dreams.

It's the tiny steps that say, I don't actually want to catch you, I just want to be chasing you.

Joel's in his internal medicine rotation, which = him being to busy to think of a costume, which = me getting to dress him however I liked.  Some poster board and a thousand staples later, we have Man Being Eaten By Shark (And Being Yawped At By Jellyfish).

Nobody didn't put the shark on at some point.  Also?  Tentacles catch on everything.

I'll be spending the rest of the day reading Fingersmith for my 490 and being all, OH YES, I'd forgotten that happens, while I chow the candy meant for the children.  Last year we got three trick-or-treaters, but hopefully this year our six-pumpkin stoop will draw them in.

May your Sunday be full of frights and chocolate-covered high-fructose corn syrup!