Happy Wall-o-Weeeeeeeen!

Good eeeeeevning, Velcome to our home....

Beware: The inmates are in charge of the asylum.

And they are, indeed, BARKING MAD!

There be witches here in Delaware.

Some of us are brave enough to taste their brew.

Alas, poor Yorick, I chewed him well.

Poor guy, he doesn't have a leg to stand on.

Beware of tween vampires.

Arrrrrmmmmph. BRAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIINNNNNS.

Mmmm...NO BRAINS!

Are you scaaaaaaaared?

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Red October!

The local news here has dubbed the World Series RED OCTOBER which is, of course, a reference to the Phillies' predominant color, the Russian Revolution, and probably Socialist-in-Chief Barack Obama who is involved in some sort of conspiracy involving Acorns, birth certificates, Indonesia, Marxist ideology, Joe Biden's hair plugs, Sarah Palin's wardrobe and hanging chads. It might have something to do with why the Cubs have not won a World Series since before the rise and fall of the Soviet Union. Just sayin'.


Keeping up with their conspiracy theories is exhausting. Especially since there is a REAL conspiracy involving supernatural forces, thwarted dreams, and lots and lots of rain. Yes, the game last night was postponed during the 6th inning due to torrential downpours and winds (though it was not too rainy for me to have to haul my butt out of my nice warm bed at 4:30 to go for a walk. But I digress.)

The news here is reporting that the events may be indicative of the CURSE OF BILLY PENN. Apparently Billy--who sits atop City Hall--is a bit of a diva and hasn't let the Philly sports teams win since the city allowed buildings taller than his statue to be built.


Isn't this a spooky Halloween story? Some dead dude who is now a statue won't let our sports teams win. Or let the &$%^& fifth game to be OVER.


I'm going to have a hard time sleeping tonight.

The Dog of Many Faces

It's WALLOWEEN! I love it. It involves candy, begging, and wearing funny costumes! I've been dressing up all day in some of my favorites.

Bat Boy!


Stuffy Serial Killer.


Sissy and I played TASMANIAN DEVILS!


Sissy is QUASIMODO! Look at that Hunchback!


And I watched The Exorcist and here I am POSSESSED WALLY.


Look how scared my sissy is! Wait 'til I puke pea soup on her.


My granny (that's granny with an N for "from Nebraska) calls me CUJO. Not because I am a rabid St. Bernard but because What Wally Wants, Wally Gets. So for the rest of the evening I am CUJO. Don't try to take MY candy, kiddies!

Walloween Rehearsal

I was torn on my Walloween costume on whether to be a werewolf (run around in my usual fur suit howling) or a soccer player (run around with a soccer ball in my mouth.) So, my girl Friday, Ms. Sophie Loveador, suggested I do both and be a werewolf with big balls.

Great idea Soph! So here I am working on my werewolf face...


Are you scared? Gooberstan, if you need someone to scare your new sissy straight, I'm your man.

And here the wolf takes on the ball.


Nothing more terrifying than a werewolf savaging a pink ball.




Balls WERE harmed in the making of this picture.


I vant to bite your balls!


What??? Quit giggling, I'm being menacing.

And yes, that full moon in the background IS my sissy.

Hallow Weenie!

I've been trying to decide what to be for Hallow Weenie. I consulted with the Skeleweenie.


Here I am trying out my werewolf costume.


Howlin' at the Moon!


Or maybe I will be a soccer player!



Or maybe a soccer playing werewolf????