The house of no one at all Sits at the top of the hill The windows are gone the paint worn, chipped off The stories run wild The ghost of a dead child Roams the house at night Staying freakishly out of sight Black cats and witches on brooms Seen meandering dark rooms Heavy pounding on the walls It seems count Dracula calls Creaky floors and eerie lights Give candy beggars a scary fright Soft whispers heard in the halls Eyes stare from art on the walls Sticky spider webs hang

Frogs and toads and witch’s brew… All come together today for you. Abracadabra and eye of newt… May today you have a hell of a hoot! AI...

Sugar, Spice and SPilled Milk My plan was to make dipped pretzels that looked like candy corn with a white layer, an orange layer, and then tipped with yellow sprinkles, but that didn’t happen. Living in a small town has its advantages, but shopping is not one of them. I couldn’t find the yellow sprinkles that I needed, so I tried to substitute yellow sanding sugar. It seemed like a good idea, but it didn’t work. The yellow sugar didn’t show up on the orange candy. That’s whe