I'm reposting something I wrote a couple years ago. Halloween humor for everyone.
I finally decided what to be for Halloween: a walking cliche'. My only prop is a plastic foot, which I will put in my mouth.
You'll recognize me; I'll look perfectly normal.
I thought about getting a bunch of girlfriends together and go trick-or-treating as One Bad Essay. We'll all dress up like cliches.
A mom would only need one prop: eyes in the back of her head.
Another could strap a bunch of fake trees to herself. When
neighbors say, "Hi, how are you?" she could tell them we're
not out of the woods yet.
Still another could carry a rabbit on a pole over her head. It would
be a hare-raising experience.
If that's too much, we could simply dress up as various punctuation marks. I have one friend who is most certainly an exclamation point. A second friend, quite inquisitive, could go as the quintessential question mark. Me? I don't think anyone would want me around. After all, who likes a heavy period?
Please, PLEASE don't do this kind of thing to me, Zo! Now I'll spend all my time deciding if I should have a fork stuck in me or be a just dessert.
ReplyDeleteYou're too much....should I email you or leave another comment when I decide what to be?
I think this would make an excellent Company Girl Friday party theme...link up tomorrow!
Ohhh, booo. Just dessert.
ReplyDeleteLeave another comment. Everyone'll love it.
I teach tomorrow. Should I link up tonight?
Love it!
ReplyDeleteoh, Zo...LOL at that last sentence. you are TOO much! I sure would LOVE to go trick-or-treating with you...you, my fellow grammar nut, are a woman after my own heart :)
ReplyDeleteYou are hilarious!
ReplyDeleteIt's late, forgive me. but I wrestled with this all day, darn you!
ReplyDeleteHalf Baked?
Feather Brained?
My least favorite cliche....At the End of the Day?
I think I'll be Glass Half Full.
Thanks for the fun invitation.
This was a fabulous post! I guess I need big ears, because my students tell me that I hear everything. But that's not a cliche' so let me think...
ReplyDeleteHow about if I get a shirt that's coming apart at the seams?
What about a little race car glued to the wall? My husband is driving me up the wall.
I could carry a branch and make it look like I'm standing on it (going out on a limb).
I could wear a cast - give me a break!
I'm tired. I can't think of anymore, but this was fun.
Oh my...I love them all! Esp they eyes in the back of my head. My three little ones SWEAR I have them. One bad essay mad me laugh so hard I almost tore something. Thanks for a great start on next years costumes!
ReplyDeleteLove it. This is the kind of stuff that comes to me when I wake up in the middle of the night - must be more creative in that half-asleep state.
ReplyDeleteLOL