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The crescent moon shining through the clouds at dawn.

There are only 69 days left until Halloween, and Lowe’s has you covered! I walked into Lowe’s to buy some supplies for a project and was greeted by ghoulish displays.
The big guy is ten or twelve feet tall. He lights up, flashes, wiggles, and growls when you step on the button.




Spunk doesn’t give a paw about Halloween.



Loki and Glenda think they define Halloween. Silver and Spunk could care less.

Hare date 8-15 in the blessed year of our mother goddess Freyja two-thousand twenty-two. The human who walks around shooting everyone with a Bazooka was trying to irrigate. After the water that came flooding in, and forced me out of my culvert, stopped, the bazooka-wielding Paparazzo walked out to the Acequia Madre and discovered the water had stopped running in the mother ditch. Word had it that the giant diesel pumps up north that fill the Acequia Madre from the Rio Grande went south, so now il Paparazzo has to finish irrigating in the wee hours of the morning under the crescent smile of Máni.








¡Adios muchachos y muchachas!