What's with you? You look down in the dumps.
I broke The Writer's Husband's coffee maker last night.
I know. Glass everywhere and right at dinner time too.
I didn't mean to do it. I was playing with the cord and pulled it right off the counter. It made a terrific noise, didn't it?
I doubt you're filled with remorse. So why the long whiskers?
The Writer can't take me treat-or-treating tomorrow night. She has to go to Wal-Mart and get another coffee maker.
Winchester . . . you have never gone trick-or-treating in your life.
I want to go this year! Will you take me? Please?
I'm 54. A little old to go trick-or-treating.
You were 54 last year. Don't you ever get any older?
It's more convenient to stay one age.
Pleeeze take me, Ellie! I'll be good. I promise!
All right. But I'll probably turn 154 before the night is over.
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Hmmmm . . . and who left the cord where you could reach it Winchester??
Have fun trick or treating! My son has decided to have a few friends over instead. There'll be a big campfire, the game of manhunt and s'mores!
Can I send Winchester to your son's party? You could have a game of cat-hunt instead.
*Very funny.*
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