And then I bought it, and there were only like two pages of Halloween stuff in it, because she was saving the rest for a huge special Halloween only issue (from which 3 recipes are available online). So I didn't bother to review the September/October issue, thinking that I would save my snark for the Halloween spectacular.
And I kept getting offers for discounts on the Halloween issue, or discounts on a year subscription if I bought the Halloween issue, and I kept thinking "I pretty much HAVE to buy that, don't I?"
And then I never did.
And I have no excuses for that, except that the toll of back-to-backing Project Runway and various incarnations of Top Chef for months at a time, and the fact that I spent all of September in the depressed haze of Grand Jury duty really wore me down, and I needed all of October to recover from that, and then October plunged everyone at my office into the Oh God What Fresh Hell Is This Public Relations Nightmare of the Century, and it was BOTH of my parents' birthdays, AND my sister came to town, and plus I had to schedule my days around giving the cat eyedrops, eardrops, and two different bottles of pills. . .
Do you know how many times I worked on a non-blog, non-work related writing project in October? Once. How many times I worked out? Goose Egg. Ditto for going to yoga.
So you'd think of all the things I'm feeling guilt and tsuris about, not getting down with Sandra for all of y'all would be low on the list. And. .. it is. But it's still on the list, muskrats.
And I missed this year's Semi-Homemade Halloween episode too, which I'm told was pretty epic.
Look at her head, children. Look at how much larger it's gotten since her boo got elected Governor.
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Just the word "muskrats" reminds me of that dark time in American History in which Queen Elizabeth and Gerald Ford danced belly to belly, to the music of The Captain and Tennille. "Muskrat Love" was one of the numbers, of course, and I've wondered since if ERII went home humming it under her breath.
How that one high point of musical delight was chosen for such an occasion, I cannot fathom, but I DO wish you'd been around then.
Were you even BORN yet?
ps my secret word is "balsione"
My, that Jordan Baker is a balsione.
racheld: I want an Italian pronunciation on balsione. Eh, balsione!
And no, I missed the Ford administration by a little over a year.
I feel as if I've just been told there is no Santa. *sniffle*
Jordan,
My own Southern roots lent a double-ZZ to the word: Ballzzy one.
Brass enough to brighten MY week!
NO EAT! Higgltey Pigglety Pop is my favorite children's book ever. I read it to Luke all the time.
racheld: they both work.
CGG: We had it on audio book when I was little -- it was the soundtrack to many a road trip, so I basically have it memorized.
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