C has been threatening to make one all week and he did. The dreaded no-war pumpkin. I thought it would be one of those meaningless liberal gestures that one sees so often these days. And it is. But now that C's carved it, it looks pretty hot.

The one legitimate chance to dress up as a hobbit, I missed. Miss Sof said she was going to be Smurfette(woo woo). C and I eagerly await the photos. Last year she as a dominatrix;a.k.a party girl with a whip.

C and I've been striving for days to have a pumkpin pie date. This is where two romantically involved persons get together, make a smashing pumpkin pie, and eat it. Sadly, intervening events leave the ppd in the air just as the library dates have fallen by the way side. Yesterday at work, A took me out for an icecream cone. En route, we saw a man being picked up by his wife; lucky dog got the full hug and kiss service on top of the pickup service. I asked A if his wife provides such welcome services. He said not all the time. I boasted that I did. I said you have to train 'em. Every time(regardless) after each new meeting, you have to smile in to their eyes, look a bit confused and say "Did we hug when we meet?"