It's a windy day on this Friday before Halloween- look who ended up in the pool.
I'm melting, I'm melting! comes to mind.
I saved her broom...I might need it later if mine runs out of gas.
This evil creature met the wrong end of a big rock when I saw him on the patio.
I don't do snakes. Large, medium or small...I don't do snakes.
He sat in the dried up birdbath and now he's not so scary. Maybe.
Clearly you can tell from the size of this thing that I was nearly killed?
(Saturday Python update: the dead flat snake was blown away in the storm last night.
I searched for him, but one of the frogs probably grabbed him up for a snack.)
Wicked Wandering Witch has been moved away from the pool.
Jack doesn't care for her.
We are about to have some nasty weather, so she's been taken into the garage.
Boss man's sign, too.
My cinnamon ghost, embroidered onto a dropcloth scrap, grunged up a bit
with coffee and cinnamon sticks for hanging, and stuffed into a cotton boll wreath.
Not very scary but it smells good!
She can stay in the yard.
The first comment with her correct name wins a personalized
Turkey Day kitchen towel.
What's Sophie doing? Is that her vampire face?
I ate too much pumpkin Chobani, she says.
I can't stop myself from taking pics of her like this.
I'm off to the store before the next storm rolls in...Dorotheeeeeee!
Hope everyone has a safe evening.
Now bring on the chocolate!