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November 3rd, 2003 |
My mom.
So I completely missed Halloween and all its trappings this year. I got my first call to work in Portland and it ended up absorbing the entire weekend. I’m glad I got to work, but taking pictures of people in their Halloween costumes is the only part I like about this holiday.
Apparently, my parents feel very, very differently on this matter. To quote from yesterday’s email: “We did add a few new things including a talking pumpkin hanging from the tree in front of the house. We put a walkie talkie inside a plastic pumpkin and I would call out spooky things to the kids as they approached the house. Then when they reached the porch I would blast them with smoke just as the headless ghoul opened to door with her voice synthesizer! ”
