Sunday, October 31, 2010

Pink Hot DAWGS

In lieu of egging houses or knocking door entries in quest for sweets, I spent my Halloween weekend assisting Brandon Jones in his grand move from Ridgeland to Ellisville. I found myself being quite the packer.
Fact: Walmart stocks boxes for 84 cents, neat.

While lolly gagging down the Walmart isles, I noticed a few interesting books that I may need to breach the piggy bank and order up.


Candy- Now, I'm no fan of The Hills or Lauren Conrad; however, this might be something to have handy if you're going on a long roadtrip or pumping up to go shopping.

The Happy Baker-A ginger teaching you how to mentally be gleeful with the powers of the oven and sugar? Well, obviously.


As well as other novels which I can't place. What an ideal memory I have.
Sometimes I go through withdraws if I haven't sniffed the scent of nappy, yellow pages.

Hopefully some trick-or-treaters ring the doorbell soon.
Handing out candy makes me feel like Jesus.
And as of now, I'm a rather ill King of the Jews.
I had 99 cent chili dogs from Ward's: bleh.