Gooey bars are in the oven. I'm going to the Halloween party at the dance studio tonight. Hopefully, they'll all be eaten.
Speaking of which, L.C. sent us a Halloween joke.
A couple is invited to a costume ball. The evening of the party, she gets a bad headache and begs off going to the party. Her husband is going to stay home with her, but she insists that he go: she is just going to take some aspirin and go to bed. Reluctantly, he agrees.
Her husband took his costume and left for the party. She went to bed, and woke up about an hour later feeling much better, and decided to go to the party.
Her husband didn't know what her costume was, so she decided to mess with his head a bit, and to see how he acted when she wasn't with him.
When she got there, her husband was the life of the party. He was dancing with every shapely woman there, stealing a kiss now and then, copping a feel when he could. The woman decided to test him. She sidled up to him, and since she was a hottie herself, he soon shed his dance partner and devoted his attention to her. She pretended to be charmed, and he pressed his luck further and further.
Finally, he whispered a suggestion in her ear, and they went outside to a car and made love. He was, after all, her husband. Before unmasking, she slipped away and went home. She took off her costume and went to bed, wondering what excuse her husband would have when he got home.
She was reading in bed when he got home, and asked him how the party had been.
"Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not with me."
"Did you dance much?" she asked.
"Not once. When I got there, I met Bill, Jim and some of the guys. We went into the den and played poker all evening. But you'll never believe what happened to the guy I loaned my costume to."
(Hmmm. You'd think she'd have noticed. Still, if L.C. says it happened...)