Almost a year ago last Halloween... Cathy with the brunette wig, the dancing ghost of Waikiki cuttin' the rug with the ghost of Elvis, and they really tore it up, the floor that is. But the later it got, tick tock, tick tock, two buttons down, three buttons down, four buttons down, and by that time most of the party poopers were gone or to drunk to notice, and the shirt she stole from my closet disappeared to no telling where, and she and the pirate dude were in the back booth keelhauling a sweet little blond elf. You have to watch her like a hawk because she is a master shirt thief and then loses them. All I got was smoochin' from a couple of Elvira's, but she made sure I caught up later because she brought the elf home with us. // Devon