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Nightmare On Orgy Avenue

OK, before we go any further, let me explain.  For those of you expecting a salacious review on some local orgy, you'll be disappointed.  Orgy Avenue refers to Organdy Drive where my daughter lives with her husband, Drew, and their kid, Norah.  But since I like to put a twist on things for my own personal enjoyment, it is Orgy Avenue in my book.

Halloween on Orgy/Organdy last year was a real blast.  The street was literally pulsating with trick-or-treaters, and the their chaperones.  It was loud, boisterous and crowded.  This year, not so much.  But it still had loads of people and it was fun.  Our little Monarch butterfly did her best to keep up, but lack of nap, too much chocolate and the reverie of partying wore her out.



Bikes, ghosts and trick-or-treat candy is the perfect Halloween.  





Madame butterfly Norah proved almost as hard to catch as a real one.  




Mistress of the home providing hand-outs to the little ones.  Now that Fall is here, it is really nice bike weather.  I'm planning some good country rides. 




This was a typical picture of a young family coming up to trick-or-treat but didn't notice the somewhat spooky character back in the street.   Now that is creepy. 


Norah's last nerve is about frayed by now, and the bubbles she was enjoying chasing down was about the last smiles we got from her.  After that, it was a meltdown and my quick escape.



And, thus, our little Monarch was hastened to bed.

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