When The Head Troll was still alive, she was in charge of Halloween. It was such a relief. Since she died in 2016 the tradition of outfits sort of fell to the wayside. This morning there was a note slipped under the door, typed no less...how did this get by me, a manual typewriter? Anyway, suggestions were made for masks The Misfits want. I yelled out the window,
"Nothing will be discussed until after Misfit Love Day, capiche?"
I could hear the tail swishes and hoof stops from afar.
"I'm only one woman!" I yelled out again. "I love you!"
Whinnies, squeal and chortles rang out.
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dear Katherine, I chair our community quilts within our Hudson Valley guild. At the moment we have one large lap size - would you like it for your seniors?
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