There are 39 days to Halloween- are you smiling yet?
I’m actually glad there are people who would dance on my grave, because the joke is on them.
I’m getting buried at sea.

It’s funny because it’s true:

Me too, Buddy, me too:




It’s funny because it’s true:

Me too, Buddy, me too:


There are 40 days left until Halloween and it’s the first day of Autumn

and I am hoping against hope

That the Headless Horseman will be showing up next

because nothing says Autumn like the sound of thundering hooves and the singing of an axe as it splits it’s way through the still, cool, night air.

There are 41 days until Halloween and I am thinking about things
that go crunch.
Things like dry leaves, candy wrapped in orange and green and gold tin foil
and bones.
I am mostly thinking about
crunchy bones.


There are 42 days left to Halloween and if I could make a monster
I’d give him wolf eyes and nice hair
and a killer sense of humor.