Hello Gentle Listeners.
We here at Cool, Refreshing Zima have horrible news. News so terrible, so outrageous that it has taken us several days to get up the courage to write about it. As many of you know, Ellie, Erin, and I (Nan) live near Mr. Roberts, the father of THE David Boreanaz. So for this Hallow's Eve, the three of us decided to do a little "trick of the treat" at their humble abode. Ellie, dressed as quite a convincing Faith, Erin dressed as Scully from X-files (blasphemer!), and I, dressed as Buffy (Sunndydale cheerleader style), prepared for hours on how exactly we would approach them so that they would both ask us who we were and then invite us in (which is when we would have drugged their drinks, waited until they passed out, and them stolen all pictures and contact information of David B.) As we approached the house in the mini-van of Erin's mother, we noticed some youngsters (we were the oldest people out by at least 5 years) walking away sullenly from the front door. GASP! As we, ourselves, approached their front steps, we noticed a cooler with a basket of king-sized goodies on top with a note that said, “Home owner is sick. Please take one. Thank you.” What are the chances?! This was our one chance to meet them and it was crushed by the influenza! It's sickening, really...
Well, there's always Christmas caroling!
Pictures of our Halloween extravaganza will be up shortly. I hope everyone had a funtastic Halloween!
The Not-So-Evil Trio