It snowed the other day and Joel and I IMMEDIATELY felt festive, because in our part of BC you only get snow for like a week circa Christmas. But it is October here, and I have hauled Sam Skellington out of storage to celebrate.
He was slightly dismembered in the move and my tube of Gorilla Glue was misplaced in same. But he is spookier this way, no? Perhaps I leave him.
He is accompanied in festivizing the house by ole Leggs McGee up there.
Eleanor is pretty taken with her. And then yesterday we popped into the dollar store to see what we could add to our Skeleton Army, and picked up Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (they are, as you see, dead)
and Marie du Bones, who would like to know whether you'd prefer a hot toddy or some sherry.
I can't believe I didn't grab her husband Alphonse as well. HIS COAT HAD TAILS. Guess we're headed back to ye olde dollar store today. Guarding the books as always is Señor Bones (Alphonse's Mexican cousin)
and the Lady Estella oversees the works with a snoot.
If she had a nose, she'd look down it at you so hard.