Halloween 2010: The Escape of the Mummy

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The stage: Mummy's treasure, mummy's coffin, and realistic looking pyramid sceneLast year, after our trip to Egypt, we planned a Halloween Mummy theme but got rained out. This year the weather cooperated and the Mummy did his thing. Blair hid inside the sarcophagus as I invited kids to raid the Mummy's treasure (a huge box filled with candy). Blair-as-Mummy then popped out, arms outstretched, moaning, "Caaa-nnn-dy. Giiive meeee myyyyy caaa-nnn-dy." Came close to making a few kids cry in fear. An excellent Halloween. 

The Mummy Escapes!

Chillin' Mummy

Blair-isms

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Why life with Blair is fun:

On going to Lowe's to buy a stud finder so he could hang a heavy mirror of my mom's: "It was weird. The finders kept going off every time I walked by." 

On driving by a car with the words "YOUR MY SUNSHINE" soaped on it: "It's correct from a 'Hooked on Phonics' standpoint." 

On watching me type this blog entry: "Why don't you just cave in and start the blog you really want to write? $H!T MY HUSBAND SAYS."

 

Next Time, Think It Through

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Tonight. Blair and I are on separate couches, watching Modern Family. A commercial comes on and Blair says something.

"Shh," I say. "I'm learning how to erase fine lines and age spots with this product." 

Blair starts singing: ♫ "Maybe it's Maybelline..." ♫

I prop myself up on my elbow and turn to face him. "Really? Out of all the responses available to you when I tell you I'm looking at a commercial to deal with age lines, you want to sing the Maybelline song to me? That's what you're going to go with?" 

"Uh..." said Blair, looking uncomfortable.

"Too late," I said, turning back to the TV. "You, my friend, just made the blog." 

Happy Halloween, indeed. 

 

Right On Schedule

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What's right on schedule? Why, my annual fall resolution to focus on book writing to the exclusion of all else.

If you're a client of mine reading this, not to worry. It's a phase. It will pass. It's just that every November, like clockwork, I decide that client work is a distraction from what I really want to be doing and I can't possibly be expected to work and write a novel. (And train for marathons, and have coffee with friends, and pet the cats, and cook whole, natural foods, and become a P90-X badass, and everything else I make time for in life. Of all those, the only thing that makes sense to dump is anything income-producing.)

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