haul off the zombies, it’s over

The chiseled features of the pumpkins are now sagging and shriveled. Once bright, supple flesh is now mottled and mold ravaged. The candles have exhausted themselves; puddles of pallid wax and charred bits of wick scattered across the mantle. The bats are limp and spiders are legs up. It’s time to mop up the blood and pack away Halloween for another year.

Goodbye Zombie Zone . . .

Goodbye candles and spiders . . .

Goodbye smoking cauldron and bottles of potions . . .

I will try to stay strong and not shed a tear as I carefully wrap my skulls in paper and box them up with the cauldrons and candelabra.  Besides, it’s hard to stay sad too long with a bag of B positive waiting to be tapped.

 

*Many thanks to The Zen Assassin for the Zombie Zone sign!

whine on wednesdays

No, that isn’t a typo in the title. 

I think I have milked the wine bag dry. When I first got the bright idea for Wine on Wednesdays I thought I had hit the mother lode. “I love wine! I’ll never run out of topics to blog about!” As is my fashion, I completely underestimated the difficulty of the task.  “How hard can ripping up the carpet in the living room be? I’ll wait until my husband leaves town and find out!”  Big mistake.

Turns out, I know jack shit about wine other than what I like and don’t like to drink.  I would love to learn more, but until the Earth slows its rotation a bit and gives us a few more hours in the day, that ain’t happening.

Plus, I found a blog about wine that is humorous and informative and says everything I would like to say if I had the slightest clue about anything wine related.  I stole ideas from that blog.  Not my proudest moment, but I was desperate. So, if you want to read about wine, go to Dr. Vino’s Wine Blog. It is awesome.  And yes, he really is a doctor.    

Another reason why I shouldn’t be blogging about wine on a regular basis is that I’m actually trying to cut down on my wine consumption. (Gasp!)  Yes, I’m afraid so.  No more wine during the week for me and only one bottle on the weekends (not counting parties and special occasions).  Why?  Well, I feel really crappy when my husband comes home from an AA meeting and I’m on the couch, half way to sloshed with red teeth.  (I’ve neglected to mention that my husband is a recovering alcoholic because up until two months ago he wasn’t “recovering.”  Remember all those posts about serious crap going on in my life? Yeah, that’s one of them.)  Luckily, when my husband sees wine he doesn’t think “alcohol, drunky fun time!”  He thinks, ”foul, evil beverage that makes my brain melt!”  So, I’ve been able to keep my wine cooler and enjoy wine whenever I wish without it bothering my husband.  But, I know it isn’t fair that I get to indulge, so I’ve cut down.

Bottom line: I’m not feeling it anymore.  And, if I’m not feeling it, then I’m not going to write about it.  I had a good run – eleven wine posts.  Okay, that’s kinda lame, but at least I quit before I started churning out crap.  Right?

One last little wine related item . . .

Does anyone know how I can get red wine into an empty (unused) blood bag?

You know, for Halloween!