Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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With a ghost of a chance...I will have a Happy Halloween!
If you hear noises in the night...don't go a-checking!!! ;)
When I hear noises in the night, it's usually my creepy neighbor.:)
Happy Halloween, Lee!
Mine are usually possums landing on my roof and then conducting races from one end to the other and back again! lol
Fortunately, I don't have any creepy neighbours...and all my neighbours are at quite a distance away.
Have any candy left Sherry?
Oh, Lord, Lee, I don't know which is worse, creepy neighbors or mischievous possums. LOL.:)
Lots, Mr. G-man. And now it's all mine.:-)
Creepy neighbours, I would say, Serena.
The possums don't worry me...I quite like hearing them up there...they jump down from the highest tree branches - and they sound like elephants landing more than possums! ;)
I don't really mind possums as long as they stay in their space and not mine. The babies are cute, but the big ones have big, scary teeth.:)
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