Our Great Dane stole the Halloween candy one year. This was the result.

And the saddest part is that even that image of all those lovely "perfect" women has probably been unnecessarily photoshopped to make them even more "perfect".

Ha. So all you guys who admit to playing the game "want to vicariously live through what they see our lives to be." My, my.

Also, "repurposed" and "rescued" in that same context. Oh, and "destroyed".

Saturdays are better. Sunday has the leaden inevitability of Monday all up in it.

May he live long enough to see a real socialist in office.

#notallmurderers

"Pretend I said something delightfully witty."

On the other hand, early Sunday mornings in the season are glorious while all the revelers are sleeping it off. Hope you get to go next year!

Argh! My husband a I were there the Sunday before that happened.

True, but I think the official legal/court activities were in Salem Town. It's the trials that made it infamous.

Salem is great and Salem in autumn is wonderful, but I could do without the roving bands of drunk people during the Halloween season.

He's single¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪

Usually, I'm pretty good at avoiding those links labeled "click at your own risk". But not today. Ugh.

They are cute but perhaps better paired with something other than that top. Babies should not play that sort of peek-a-boo.

I know! This is the best one. Such ridiculous garb for a toddler—maybe an adult, too.

Thanks for the link—that was an excellent article.

If her parents gave her nothing and she had to save for an entire year for a pair of shoes (which would tragically be out of style by the time she could afford to pay for them), does this mean she only wore hand-me-downs or Goodwill clothing? Poor thing. They gave her nothing.

Stevia reminds me of the stuff the dentist squirts in your mouth before hitting you with the novocaine needle—only it doesn't taste as good.

She's trying to discreetly hitch up her drawers, isn't she?