How Elsie Got her Groove Back

I know. It has been a really, reaaaaaaaally long time. And I am sorry. It's just that, well, there is no good reason except that I didn't want to. I got completely wrapped up in the Summer O ' Me and then school started and then the next thing you know, it's the end of October and you realize that not a single post has been filed.

So here's the skinny:

• still a hopeless romantic
• still looking for Prince Charming
• still annoyed with the weight scale (I gained 4 pounds. In one week!)
• still praying her mother sees her as a fully-functioning adult woman and not a 12 year old girl
• still antagonized by CH
• still happy with life over all

I promise not to abandon you again. And anyway, this Friday I somehow got suckered into going to a Halloween party in Manchester. Here's a little insight into me: I don't like Halloween.

 Mostly because I don't like scary things, and this time of year is crawling with all things frightful.  I think this goes back to the time I was 11, and a neighbor (an adult, might I add) dressed as the Grim Reaper leaped out of a coffin in his front yard as I was walking up the front walk with my friends, and chased us all the way down to the lamp post across the street, and only stopped because Mrs. Shingeldorf shepherded us onto her veranda, consoling our hiccups and tears with hot cider, while simultaneously scolding Vin, a.k.a. the Monster of Death, for frightening little girls and shouldn't he be ashamed of himself!

 That is EXACTLY what Vin looked like. Can you blame me for being scarred?

So, I digress. You can bet this Saturday there will be something to read about. And why do I get the nagging feeling that this is going to be my scariest Halloween to date? Even trumping the Grim Reaper fiasco? Even trumping the suddenly large size of my thighs?!