The garage...
The Seven, the Davis, The Vitus 787 and the Flyte.
The Ferrous, the Tanknium commuter, the Lemond Ti and the Cannondale M900.
Karen's Appel, the RB-1, the Trek 7300FX and the Jenson.
Sephie's Big Sur, the Schwinn Stardust and the Trek Mtn Cub.
A neighbor commuted by with a pumpkin on her bike.
A while back there was kittie drama. Mavic came too close to Aries when she decided to sleep on the pillows next to the perch. Mavic is 11, Aries is 2 and doesn't know her place.
Merlin chose to sleep upstairs. He's 11 too, and has he's getting older his whiskers are going white. Just his whiskers. It's so cool. He's my buddy.
Tonight we had quite a few trick or treaters. Most were run of the mill ghouls and such, but the first real group was a trio of sisters from a few streets over. Mom had done a great job on their costumes (angel, devil and half & half). Sephie dressed as Hermione Granger from Harry Potter and gave Chloe the Pirate a hug. Tyler and his lil' brother Dominic were chillin' as gangsta rockers. Their dad was big-pimpin' with his bling too.
I stayed home and handed out the goods while Sephie went out and scored her own booty.
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