Halloweenie

Oh MAN, it is dark and stormy outside this morning–one of those wet leaves glued to the sidewalk, watch your step kind of days. Lucky for me, I’m all cozy and caffeinated at my big old desk. I’m about to have some oatmeal. We’re ordering in for lunch today. And Tom is going to pick me up at five for a date at the Beacon Street Tavern. Life is not so bad.

Meanwhile, Kim sent this to me yesterday, and while it is quite possibly the most horrifying thing I have EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE, I couldn’t not share. I’m going to be out of town this weekend, but if I were here you can bet your ass we’d be having this for Halloween dinner, because that’s just the kind of sick bastard I am. I give you: meat hand.

(It’s really gross. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)

While you recover, let’s talk more about Halloween! Who’s dressing up? Who’s trick-or-treating? Will told me last night that he’s gonna go to John Kerry’s house on Beacon Hill, ’cause they give out full-size candy bars. I always knew that kid was smart. I anticipate some serious sugar shock around these parts, along with a scary movie or two. And maybe–just maybe–some ground-beef extremities.