… Or nose.

Lost and Found!

But no longer edible.

Sometimes we do kitchen science.

I didn’t dare take the plastic wrap off it. Didn’t want to let loose those spores.

Nope.

Nuh-unh.

Okay. That may not be a word.

Give it your best guess.

In Other News ~

October ended a little chilly. Those Halloweenies were moving fast. We had 27, which was apparently more than others had. Each Halloweenie group was accompanied by a posse of parents.

Okay. Our first little trick-or-treater was probably my fave, though given his age, I’m not sure who was actually going to be eating those real fruit gummies. Just sayin’. He came to the door in a blue car wagon pulled by his slave. A lounging, grinning rhinoceros giving me a little finger wave. 2 1/2 years young max. The night only got better after that. I’m still wondering how the faceless hoodies managed to get up on the front porch. Good times.

Here be Humpity Day in all its autumn glory.

Instead of numbers, let’s crunch leaves. Who’s with me?

Elen