A Time to Give Thanks For...

• Endings. A bit morbid, but really, good riddance to that horrifically obnoxious presidential election and painfully pitiful Red Sox season.
• Beginnings. Winter, or more specifically, time to shred snow. 
• Revivals. Arrested Development. YES. Rife with anticipation.

• Baxter. His nose, paws, fur, freckles, soul, general existence, and fervor for life (plus all things edible).

Confessions of a Has-Been Trick-or-Treater

Then

Is this a sick joke? My parents left me alone at our house on Halloween.

Now

Okay, so since I spent the weekend in NYC partying my pre-hurricane, “lioness” tail off, I decided I would stay in on this Wednesday "Halloween" evening.

Admittedly, I’ve been suffering from deathly, flu-like symptoms, so I figured I’d be responsible and rest up for the weekend’s festivities.

Anyways, I left work early and told my parents, who commute back to the ‘burbs from their jobs in Boston each night, that I would manage the “trick-or-treat” duties until they arrived home. Mind you, this is the first time I’ve been at my actual home in my childhood neighborhood for Halloween since like, middle school.