Here is my great art contest. I have Granny drugged and obedient thanks to my minion monkey. She answered the door thinking it was an early trick or treater. One puff and the dart in her neck did the rest. Anyway, send her a photo of your pumpkin entry if you want to enter my very excellent contest. If she doesn’t get it, she won’t put your name in the contest. She is subconsciously scripted to add them to her website and run the Zoom meeting for me.

I made wonderful sugar cookies and decorated them like pumpkins for the judges. Stupid Granny made caramel apple cookies. Why would anyone with a brain do that? Oh, yeah, she probably doesn’t have a brain.

This is my entry for October’s edition of the Best Baker Cookie Contest. I am hoping Granny forgets about it and I win by default. Maybe a swarm of locusts will distract her.

The love in my heart never got spent so it just got harder and harder and it turned into jewels. I sold most of them on Etsy, but I gave the last of my love to the kids for face jewels. I kept one, though, so I still have a spark of love in my heart for them.

It was a dreary afternoon. My first class of Witch School this year was about to commence. Stupid Granny teaches it because I am not allowed in the house, but I watch from outside.

I am on my way to super stardom in the art world. My contests will propel me to fame. I am such a capable witch. I admire me so much. I can hardly wait for the millions and billions of entries to start rolling in. I love being a witch.

When Witch School is in session, students receive a weekly spell as part of their homework. In the first week, they received these test tubes and test tube holders.

Once a year for the month of October, I take over Granny’s website to share my own with the students of Witch School so they won’t be so ignorant. I also share it with selected enemies to stoke envy in their souls.

I decided many, many years ago to rescue some oppressed children from Stupid Granny and her enthusiastic and sickening quest for goodness.

As people should know by know, witches have whims. Although I attempt to plan the month of Witch School with educational content, stuff happens.

Keith May will make such a nice husband for me. Even though his father is dead, he reminds the kids about him so they remember better. It was their Grandpa Bob’s birthday and he brought the family little magic cakes.

The beautiful Keith May and Stupid Granny were so excited when their three youngest grandchildren each received an invitation to enroll in this year’s Witch School.