I don't know if people lose their shit at sales everywhere, or if it's just a Pasadena thing, but I made what may or may not have been a mistake by going to Michael's on Saturday when they were selling off their Halloween inventory at 50% off. I've learned, while living out here, not to wait for things to clearance at lower prices because--as I mentioned--people lose their shit the minute you start lowering prices. I've seen an entire inventory at Target, both Christmas and Halloween, get decimated at 20% off. That's just stupid. Had I been left to my druthers I would have waited til yesterday to grab up my clearance items, at a whopping 70% off.
As it was, Michael's was pretty well destroyed. Their Lemax Spooky Town buildings and accessories were all but gone. I managed to get a tree stump, still in its package, for less than $2. For what little else I got I had to ravage the village display, which was already picked clean. I got most of a set of coffins for 99 cents a piece, which was kind of a ripoff because the set of three was selling for $1.99. But I feel like I made up for it by getting the complete pair of monster mailboxes for $1.98, on sale for $2.38 that day.
|Sadly, I couldn't find any headstones.|
Yesterday was the day I'd been waiting patiently for. Yesterday was the Orange County Market Hearse Show. The Fixer and I have gone before, and it's always pretty fun. We've probably seen the same hearses a few times before, but it really doesn't get old.
|to less tame.|
|Looks like Insane In The Mom Brain's kids hitched a ride.|
There were even casket or coffin racers, though no demo.
Had there been an actual race, I know The Fixer would have slapped some wheels and a motor on our coffin a long time ago.
|It currently houses excess glassware.|
At one point our trip turned educational:
|Those are embalming tools, in case you wondered.|
There was even a blood-drive!
|Pictured here: Not a blood-drive.|
And we were all reminded that while summer may be over in most of the country, here in sunny California temperatures can still reach the 90s all year round.
|Don't leave your pets in the car guys!|
Finally, and really the whole point of going when you're baby-laden, was trick or treating.
|Give me your candy.|
We had an excellent time, and toward the end I got to staple a five dollar bill to a guy's stomach and watch some sword swallowing.
And then The Fixer, myself, and a pooped Stinkbug went home.
Ah, another successful day of not being photographed! And for the record, that kitten/skull t-shirt was totes popular. Haters gonna hate.