Here’s round two of Halloween fun for us and when I say “us” I mean not me. I stayed home while my boy and his mom went to a Trunk-Or-Treat event.
You might be saying, “Skully! Where’s your sense of fun?” But I have three sound reasons for not going:
No. 1: Who came up with the term Trunk-Or-Treat? I’ll tell you who, The Mob. Jimmy Hoffa’s body? Disposed of at a Trunk-Or-Treat. So, obviously I avoid those events like the plague … or Ebola … wait, is that the same thing? Never mind.
No. 2: I sent one of my minions with the boy. I have no patience for his choice of candy and can’t stomach another round of “Where’s the Tootsie Roll?”
No. 3: I scheduled a full body sugar scrub and deep tissue massage. A skeleton just needs to be pampered sometimes.
Obviously my boy has some work to do in the zombie area. His death crawl is just a little too lively for my taste.
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