Today I passed out the remainder of my at-work halloween candy. I'll take down the cobwebs on Monday. Tomorrow we are going to carve our pumpkins and buy candy for the trick-or-treaters I expect. I really do hope we get some.
When I was in 8th grade, I had a crush on a boy that lived in my neighborhood. My three girlfriends and I chaparoned my (then) little brother for trick-or-treating. We totally went to that boys house. His dad was just sitting on the porch handing out candy. One of my friends asked if he was home. Yes he was. At this point I was probably red and mortified and I can't remember if anything else was said at that house. We continued down the street. Near the end, some kid goes racing by on the sidewalk. It was him! OMG! (I did not say OMG in 8th grade, but it holds the connotation of foolish drama) None of the girls noticed! phew! Then I was dumb and said something to them, so one of the girls chased him down. OMG! I think she, or maybe all 3, told him that I liked him, blah blah blah. Then it was arranged for him to walk next to me alone, while I'm trying to use Matthew as some sort of akward conversation shield. He actually asked me out and I declined. It was the most rediculous of rediculous situations. We actually started 'going out' a week or two later, but since he was a crush and not a friend, we never talked to each other and it was rediculous and akward. THE END.
Today's Question of the Day? is:
What's your favorite ghost story or urban myth?
Love,
The Asker