Scary Early Voting

I voted early…

not because I was excited about the choices for President,

 but I will be MIA on voting day.

What better day to vote than today, 

Halloween...  

especially with this year's Presidential election being directly in line with the 
spirit of Halloween, 

very dark and oh so scary. 

The political campaign ads have been nasty and negative…
with both candidates stabbing each other in the back 

wherever and whenever possible.  

Each candidate has a closet full of skeletons

 which keep jumping out at us

making us scream in horror.

It's enough to make your blood run cold 

or is it...make your blood boil?  

It seems as though every day there is another 
witch hunt 
or
a candidate digging their own grave.

And now there is a newly opened FBI investigation

which is disconcerting 

during the witching hour of the election.

Anywhoooo…..

It felt good to exercise my constitutional right to vote.  

As an American it is my duty and my right.  

And I am proud to be an American 

even if this Presidential race is 
hauntingly disturbing.

I did have a devil's advocate moment in the voting booth 
with the thought of 
writing in 
a Presidential candidate.

But who? 

umm...Donnie Darko, of course

Donnie Darko, a psychological Halloween themed film 

set during 1988 elections...
scary with a nightmare-ish tone...
not too eerily distant from the

the 2016 election

just missing "Frank" 

the scary talking rabbit.

Yep, I would say....

Halloween was the perfect day for me to vote.

or else...
Donnie Darko could be your President.

No Clowning Around

DON'T send in the clowns.

I don't know about you but I have a fear of clowns …

aka Coulrophobia.  

Apparently you can have a phobia to just about anything.  

If you can name it…you can be afraid of it.

ie…if something is a noun…you can fear it.

(I wonder if the fear of "nouns" is called nounophobia?)  

So now I'm finding out….

my fear of chopsticks has a fancy name…

Consecotaleophobia.   

Think about it...

you could get a splinter stuck in your throat. 

(Okay, maybe I'm awkward with using chopsticks.

I haven't mastered the chopstick.

I have mastered the fork.)

anywhoooo……

It's not yet Halloween but there is a new 
clown in town.

Move over Chuckles-the-Clown.

The Creepy Clown is 
h-e-r-e.

creep or treat

Wether the recent clown claims are hearsay and hoax 

or authentic and accurate…

social media is fueling the creepy clown hysteria 

giving Average Joe Clown a good reason 
to be a sad sack

behind his plastered smile.

A "Clowns Lives Matter" Parade is scheduled in Tuscon, AZ on Oct. 15.
The Clowns do matter...
but paint me out of that picture.
I've never been a fan of clowns with their freaky features and 
numerous Clowni together
sounds frightening.

 Heck, even children who are supposed to like clowns 

fear them.  

You can't kid a kid…so call me a kid 
and give me  a lollipop.

How about that story of the dad in Auburn MA, who was dressed as a clown 

and following a school bus. 

Turns out his kids were on the bus…

and he was just clowning around.  

Not funny. 

Give that dad the Bozo Award 

and a night in the slammer.

The only time I think a clown isn't scary is when he's riding in his clown car 

and honking the horn

or 

I'm on a long road trip and in need of a greasy burger.

Nothing  puts a smile on my face 

more than Ronald McDonald

smiling back at me.

Let's face it…

the upside of the creepy clown craze of 2016, 

 is that it  …

takes the focus off the other clowns 

who are running for President 2016.

(couldn't resist)

35 Years of "Something So Right"

I have been hitched, tied, and tethered to my ball and chain

for 35 years...

and that's a good thing.

Being the traditionalists that we are...

PaulA and I will be observing our special anniversary traditions...

which include wearing my wedding dress.

(That would be me wearing the dress...not PaulA. PaulA wears a much larger dress size.)

Yes, I've been putting my gown on every year.

During my preggo years, I left it wide open in the back.

(Big C...you are in there somewhere.)

I haven’t exactly taken special care of my wedding gown.

The most I’ve done to preserve it is to store it in a blue Rubbermaid container.

I have to admit, my dress has faded and is not as white as it used to be.

But then again, I’m a little faded and not as bright as I used to be.

So this evening PaulA and I will be dancing to our special song “Something So Right”

sung by Barbra Streisand.

Barbra won’t be in the room with us...but I like to pretend she is.

side note:  I recently discovered Paul Simon wrote "Something So Right"
and Paul Simon has my same birth day.

Cosmic or what?

Back when our kids were little, they would sit on the couch

and watch with wide-eyed amazement...as we waltzed around the family room.

(Dancing with the Stars...here we come.)

When they were teens...they’d sit on the same couch,

and make jeering comments….

“You actually wore that dress on your wedding day? That’s how you guys danced?”

Now they call us asking,

“You wore your wedding dress and danced to your song, right?”

Anywhoooooo.......

The icing on the wedding cake every year, is PaulA’s card.

I look forward to his card …which is always so beautifully written...

and I try to keep my emotions to a nice happy cry....

not the ugly, snot bubble-through-the-nostrils cry.

So if you peek in our windows tonight…(I’m calling the cops)...

you’re sure to get a glimpse of Kat and PaulA still doing

“Something So Right.”

My dress may have faded...but our love

still sparkles.