Reformation Day

There is a big bowl of candy staring me in the face. It is there because all of the trick-or-treaters decided to go as "invisible," so I couldn't find them to give them candy.
Daisy seems to have been feeling a little funny today. She puked on the rug and on the couch. She also hasn't pooped or peed nearly as much as is normal for her.
I could have sworn there were a bunch of things I had to say, but now that I'm here writing, they have completely slipped my mind.
Camouflage Taz.
I dressed up as Martha Stewart for Reformation Day. I baked a pound cake and made chili. I even made an orange glaze (from scratch, using a freshly squeezed orange) for the cake.
I really wish kids had come and taken this candy. I got a bag of sour Skittles, and when I eat them the sour coating chews up the roof of my mouth. It's terrible. But these pretty green bags keep staring at me.
I'm sure there was something from yesterday that I wanted to talk about. I'm driving myself crazy trying to recall it.
This chili is starting to hit me pretty low in the gut.
The Broncos are going to lose tomorrow. They just aren't a good team. 6-0 is meaningless. They suck. The Ravens will destroy them.
People who read this blog: Person from the Phillipines who wanted to know how to "donate to the Salvation Army"
Apparently, the Salvation Army exists in the Phillipines. Well this weirdo wants to be all generous and junk and donate stuff. What a loser. Only losers do things like that. I mean come on. Seriously. Who does that? I didn't know people in the Phillipines even had stuff to donate. Maybe this person was looking to get stuff from the Salvation Army. Well, whatever the case, they ended up here, reading about how Jerry and Nancy aren't very nice Majors. I hope that shows donation person, and they decide not to donate. The last thing this world needs is more charity.