Who ya gonna call?

I started Sunday at the Church parking lot in the Bloodmobile where one of my fellow parishioners said he’d told the computer questionnaire he’d had a tatoo because he was laughing at my singing to the nurse who was out front drawing my blood.

No wonder I was in a rotten mood later when our trunk or treat began. Here I am holding Staypuff at bay. Slimer ran away every time I pointed my ecto plasma gun at him.

Staypuff under guard

Our neighbors in the spot next to us were not amused.

The Force had left them.

It was just not a day to edit and proof read old posts. Maybe later this week.