Okay, Kiddies, gather ’round while I tell you a spooky tale. Because it’s Friday the Thirteenth, Johnny, and I’m not expecting you to make it to Halloween. Ask me one more stupid question and find out. No more questions? Good. Long ago in a deep, dark, swampy forest nothing happened. But up the road about a mile there lived a cranky old lady and her sable cat. Sable means black, Tracy. Here’s the dictionary, look up anything else you don’t … Continue reading “Paula’s Friday the Thirteenth Halloween Tale”