It all started innocently enough....I received the beautiful gift above in the mail a couple of weeks ago. Intrigued, I opened it up to find....................
A poem! (See above.) It was actually an invitation. To the Pollard's haunt. However, there was one caveat... It clearly stated that "no living soul shall enter......."Oh, well. Must have been a mistake!
Well, I had been feeling under the weather the past week. In fact, just in time for the Pollard's haunt, I died from the H1Ni flu! You can see me here post mortem hanging out with the other poor dead souls who decided to visit the Pollards haunt for All Hallowed Eve: Madame Curie, Janis Joplin, the Devil herself, and an angel.
It didn't take long for the She Devil to have a little talk with Dick Tracy.
What DID SHE SAY to him? Dick Tracy tries to get away, but unfortunately for him, the car had a few parts missing.
A famous golfer hung out with this cute young hippie.
A BIG leaf, Scarlett O'Hara, and a Zombie hung out with the She Devil. She really got around! She made sure we had a hot time!
Jesus showed up too. Here He hangs out with a monk, Father Time, and Madame Curie.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO, it can't be!!!! Father Time is taller than the monk!
The hostess with the mostessssst! (We didn't leave until about 2am! Fortunately, time stands still when you are no longer among the living!)
