Arrrrghh happy little pirate and his pegasus unicorn pony sister made a grand entrance at a costume party and swept the prizes. To the left of the pink pony is the straight outta project runway stylist who made the neck-down portion of the pegicorn happen -- my restauranting friend. Mad props.
Wishing you all treats, no tricks.
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I will use a portion of my last paycheck in exchange for an appointment with my friendly neighborhood tattoo artist to finish up the work on the sparrows and pen my person with Granny's hand. My appointment is on November 11. One year from the day that love hit the dirt.
I sifted through old love letters from my grandparents to cobble together a memorial befitting our love.
Then I collected all the love letters The Manny and I traded over the past decade and set them by the fireplace so as to later cremate the memories of what was supposed to be the greatest
I lost my job on Tuesday. The reasons are complex, but punctuated by my inability to show up when they expected me to in the event that The Manny suddenly needed to change his work schedule. For a change.
All tricks, no treats these days.