Fumbled a critical webinar this morning when I came on dressed in Garanimals, speaking Ubbi-Dubbi. In my defense, I thought we were gonna zooma-zooma-zooma-Zoom the conference call.

 There, there, all ye alienated sex kittehs of the world, your costumes may be too slutty for the moral majority, but you can always trick and treat, judgment-free, from the warm safety of my lap.

 My digs is a no-fly zone for hags, even on Halloween. Any witches resembling Cynthia from D.C.'s Witching Hour horror anthology series (1969-78) are strongly encouraged to disregard that last statement.