I'M GLAD HALLOWEEN COMES BUT ONCE A YEAR

Where are the days when little girls wanted to be a princess and little boys wanted to be a ninja?

This little boy was once a clown. This little girl was once a princess and wore a pink prom dress. She wore that dress so often that she wore it out. She even wore it to wade in rain puddles with yellow rain boots. And look at them now.It's enough to give a person nightmares. I hope Phil doesn't mind me sleeping with the light on.

SHOULDN'T THERE BE RETRIBUTION?

This afternoon I was home alone. I was making some Asian salad dressing and had the blender running. All of a sudden I heard a horribly loud noise and the floor shook. I screamed and turned around to flee when I see Phil standing there, stomping and grinning.

"I didn't want to scare you," he said, "by saying 'hi.' You know how you are, you get scared when I talk to you."

Yes, I do, when I think I'm home alone and all of a sudden someone is talking to me. But a loud-noise-floor-shaking experience? That's not scary?

There should be retribution.

SCARY STAIRS

Couldn't you write a delicious

story about these scary stairs?

Me too.