Happy Halloween!

To y’all, from me, your rude, arrogant, selfish, bitchy, teasing, crazy, conspiracy theorist, antagonistic, irrational, petty, entitled, condescending, hermit-spinster, witch-doctor, gray hag, squirrel-cheeked, monkey-faced, mostly bitter, salty, solipsistic, rage-filled, nobody of an American homesteader.

YUP, that’s my 50 year old cleavage in a 35 year old hand-beaded necklace gifted by my mother-in-law. It’s also a tribute, then and now, to Handy Hubby’s new life, and all that he may be missing.  And gaining.  

And there’s that pesky teasing coming out again.

More on that, so much more, don’t go away. Hasta pronto . . .

In the meantime . . . Celebrate YOURSELF!

In my humble opinion, Halloween is when the spirits are begging us, goading us even, to celebrate our precious LIFE! As in, those final precious hours before it’s all over.