mary, you're bleeding... mary...

And in the spirit of Halloween, I present a torment a Charmed one fic. If you hate it, that's cool. It's the product of about 600 cookies and a random thought that popped into my head.

( Behold the wonder! Or something )

Happy Halloween.

soooooo tired.

The bad. While I went with the widget trick-or-treating, I didn't get a damn bit of candy. *weep* Which is odd because normally our neighbors give it away [too easy. too, too easy] but this year? Nothing for us old people.

The REALLY bad: I think some of my neighbors, the ones we don't really know, mentally married me to my brother. If you need me, I'll be throwing up. Dude, we look enough alike that the people who kept looking at me like the kid was mine should just... ick. We're Southern, but not that Southern. *retches*

And now for the good: I taught the widget to say "trick or treat" although he only said this at two of the houses we went to. Everyone else was content to awwwww at the widdle superman.

And the laugh, don't laugh, I'm still doin' the happy dance: I got my skanky Barbie friend Delancey from Target. ugly outfit, but since the dolls used are all featured in another line, just using their wonky outfits you can buy on their own, I grabbed the one doll I don't have any version of. Woo. Pale blonde. Now, if only I could convince my mother that it's christmas already...

tonight's quote of the evening: cuz a flaming superman? I don't think the city's ready for that. You know. Literally flaming.