Greetings from Nowheresville, where I am supposedly hard at work on the last 25% of my third Emily book, Hell to Pay. 😉

For our first Nowheresville Halloween, we dressed up as Danny and Sandy-esque 50s folks, a la Grease, and went to a Skaraoke party at our local tavern.


Photo creds to Tiffany Eckhardt of Flown the Coop, and kudos to her husband Jeff for creation of the photo booth, all from junkin’ scraps.

I did a rockin’ rendition of Miranda Lambert’s Mama’s Broken Heart and backed up Eric on Saw Her Standing There. Truth be told, Eric has a four-note vocal range to begin with, and on Halloween he had a strangled cat in his throat, so I sang really, really loud. It was all good, and I held his hand tight so he couldn’t run off the stage. I had learned an Olivia Newton John song from Grease that day and planned to do it, to match my costume, but I chickened out. Seriously, I can’t sing that high except in the privacy of my own shower.


We also discovered a new-to-us phenomena, trailer-treating. Adults and kids in a hayride style flatbed trailer pulled slowly from house to house (and farm to farm). I had serious trailer-treating envy, let me tell you.

Tomorrow my mother-in-law comes for a two-week visit, and this weekend my parents and all of our five and their significant others will join us, too. It may not be Thanksgiving yet, but I can’t think of anything I’m more thankful for than getting them all together with us.

That’s all I’ve got.




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