bad boo II: this time it’s personal
October 28, 2009
As the Godfather once told the undertaker down the street, “Bonasera, Bonasera, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully?”
I got Boo’d last night. Well, that’s not exactly true. I got poo-poo platter’d last night.
Think of the children!
Remember Boo’ing? You make some yummy treats, you leave them on someone’s doorstep along with a Boo Sheet the recipient can put in the window so people don’t Boo them again, and then the receiver Boo’s two other people.
Kind of like a multi-level Halloween network. But in a good way.
Except when you get Boo’d with the Poo Poo Platter. Someone’s trying to get a rise out of me. Kim insists I shouldn’t write this post, that I’m being mean. I say ME? I’M being mean? I’m not the one passing out the $1.79 crap sandwich. Someone is trying to get me in their Boo’ing downline. Well, I will NOT go gently into your stupid downline.
Here’s the Boo paper (slightly modified):
A blown Boo on so many levels.
My initial reaction:
But then I decided on a more fitting fate for these frosted pumpkins:
And that’s where they’ll stay all Winter. Unless I get peckish in the night. Which has been known to happen.