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Showing posts with label free candy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free candy. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Free Love

Saw a van creepier than SBF's today. It offers free love instead of free candy.


Sunday, April 21, 2019

safety first

SBF said I could get all up close and personal with the welding if I came over in jeans, close toed shoes, and a denim shirt. Really? Do people just have denim shirts in their closets? I do not. So instead I stood far back with earplugs and shades with green lenses plus this Scary Guy mask. (Pretty sure this is all I need for my Halloween costume this year. This over my face while SBF drives slowly through the neighborhoods in the CWV on Halloween night!!! Handing out CANDY! OMG I can't wait!)

Selfie.
The world through the green glasses. I would show you the world through the Scary Guy mask, but it's literally just sparks flying.
CWV through my glasses. 

Saturday, March 23, 2019

Free Candy!

My SBF tried to comment that his van is not creepy. It has too many windows. Too many big, beautiful, untinted windows. He’s right. It’s not that creepy. But what if we wrote “FREE CANDY!” down the side?! Then it’s a little creepy. 

Thursday, March 21, 2019

I drove her too

Until yesterday I hadn't actually driven her. I got to follow home from the "dealership" in the actual new truck (for the FIRST TIME!) while my SBF drove his new-to-him new van home.

But, there she was, sitting in front of my house, and I was really curious about what it would be like to drive such a beast. I tried the key in the door to unlock her and it was tricky and I thought DANG! I can't even get IN and was about to give up when finally the lock gave a little. Um, this seems like something for the list. Item: Make the door so that we can GET IN THE VAN.

Luckily I remembered that the door key is not the same as the ignition key (even tho they look exactly the same) and was able to get the van started relatively easy. Relative to unlocking the car door, that is.

So finally I drove her slowly through the neighborhood, passing small children riding bikes and throwing footballs and stopping to stare ... I was that lady driving the friendly white van. (I smiled and waved at all of them.) So far no posts on NextDoor about the white van creeping up and down our streets. My neighbors are seriously slacking.