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Sunday, October 14, 2018

WITCH GERTIE'S HALLOWEEN PARTY


Witch Gertie is back to host her annual party at my house. She flies in around this time every year. Go ahead, ring the doorbell. See if she'll invite you in for the party.



Do come In! I've put out the welcome mat for you.


So glad to see you again this year. Oh, you noticed my new window. Well, when I realized what an amazing view I'd have, I knocked out the wall and put in the window. I'm a real DIY gal.



Did you notice that I decorated the book case for the party?



I even hung my welcome sign.



Help yourself to the cheese ball. Oh No! BORIS, WHERE'S THE CHEESE BALL? It's impossible to get good help these days. See my baby shoes I made into knives. Bet you haven't thought of doing that DIY! I'm clever, if I do say so myself.



At least I can offer you some sweets. BORIS! WHERE ARE THE CUPCAKES? I'm going to have to fire that man (or perhaps I'll make a Boris Stew).


Fix yourself a drink. At least Boris remembered the booze. I just hope he didn't drink it all.



Want me to tell your fortune with the tarot cards while we wait for the stew to get done?



Or perhaps you'd rather I peer into my crystal ball.




We can play some party games while we wait.



Or, if you want real excitement (and if you're very brave), I'll take you on a broom ride.



This party needs music! BONES! WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE LIKE A MUMMY. PLAY THE WITCHES' FLIGHT FOR US.


What's that you asked?
You want to know what happened to Bones' head. It was the craziest thing. He read my Witch's Spell and suddenly lost his head.




I won't even let him touch my Spell Book for fear of what else he might lose.



He did lose one of his hands in our stew, but he brought his son to play the high notes.




FLY SAFELY, MATILDA, you fool. That's my friend making her annual flight around the world. I keep telling her she's too old for such a long trip, but the old hag won't listen to me.


I captured last year's trick-or-treaters under a cloche. What? You can't see them. BORIS, MY GUEST WANTS TO SEE THE TRICK OR TREATERS. COME LIFT THE CLOCHE.



At last! Boris has arrived. DID IT TAKE THAT LONG FOR YOU TO SHUFFLE IN HERE FROM THE KITCHEN YOU GERIATRIC CORPSE?


There they are for your viewing pleasure--my petrified trick-or-treaters. Aren't they cute?



I'd better check the stew.


Oh, good! It's ready. Come get a plate and I'll serve you some. It's an old family recipe. You'll love my stew (or perhaps my stew will love you). No, that wasn't me cackling. He, he, he, he!


Thank you for visiting me, Gertie, Bones, and Boris today.


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