Dad calls this my Treehouse of Horror. Whatever. I just crawled in here because I was tired of Tazo whapping me in the head. Which she did all.weekend.long. Anyway, tonight is Howl-o-ween. It's The Mom's favorite holiday, mostly because of the (froot)bats, (black)cats, and pumpkins. (She doesn't get out much.) We gotted to watch this last night. I sat on her lap so she wouldn't be askeered. Because I'm manly like that.
We don't have any big plans for tonight. We're just going to do what we do every year: Titus is going to sniff the
Happy Howl-o-ween, everybuddy!