Halloween

As everyone's favorite pimp I joined the party. Who said old girls don't want to have fun? Halloween was a blast.

The winner of the costume contest is not a day over 90 and is a magnificent pianist. Unfortunately, we only allow her to play 5 notes at a time - for the monthly "Name That Tune".

For some strange reason, there were a number of witches wearing their Freudian slips:

Elizabeth is hard-of-seeing. Otherwise, she might not have danced with the Treat Goblin.

I especially enjoyed Scheherezade. She rides her scooter down to lunch. Walking in the room was an effort.

My hips have freed up enough that I tried my patented shuffle-dancing with the flapper as the two-person band played.

Even tried to give the dance instructor a move or two.

Life is not complete without a Hat on the Cat. There were no chairs when the Princess arrived fashionably late.

Our social director was udderly wonderful in her cow costume. She provided the treats for all the Baptists who meet and eat. The favorite Halloween Handouts were Chocolate Covered Prunes, Metamucil in a straw, and Ex-Lax Brownies.

AsA

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