Early Halloween thoughts and no love for the neighbor.
I am thinking exceptionally foul things at the downstairs neighbors right now. They started the music (read: bass that resonates in our floor) at 2100, took a break between 0200 and 0300, and are back in full swing replete with partiers outside and the occasional (I hope) karaoke. I haven't called the police to report them because I'm sure they're busy enough with real problems, but I should file a complaint with the management. Finding empty beer bottles all over the grass the next day is getting old.
I still haven't carved the pumpkin we earmarked for carving yet, but it's going to be GIR from Invader Zim. (I painted the other one a few weeks ago and Laurel's been loving the paint off it ever since.)
The faux-chainstitch (dimensional paint) is drying on Laurel's costume top, so I only need to acquire the oversized buttons for decoration and Velcro to fasten the back and she'll be good to go, sans the yarn wig. You'd think it'd be easier to find rust-colored rug yarn, but neither Wal-Mart (where we bought the costume pattern) nor Michael's crafts had any, so unless Hancock Fabrics surprises us she'll be fine without it.
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