Zombies and Spiders and Eyeballs, Oh My!

A month ago, I visited my dad and mom and got to spend the night at my best friend's house. When I walked in, there was a handpainted black skull on the table set under glass, the way Normal People might place a cake. And there was a flower with eyeballs hand-glued on it as if the pretty black flower had sprouted EYES. I, however, didn't bat an eye, because, after all, would you expect me to have a Normal Person as a friend? Of course not. My best friend changes her hair color randomly (I am pretty sure it has been red, white, and blue, but maybe I dreamed that--I know it's been purple, pink, and bleached white and black . . . ). And she is an amazing writer.

In honor of Halloween, I always post her office. This year, her sister had posted the pictures on her blog, thus saving me having to download them all. I give you the Martha Stewart of Halloween.

The pictures don't do it justice. You lose the sense of the black skull under glass, and if you look closely at the smaller picture with the telephone, yes, that is a jar of eyeballs.

But creepy office aside, my friend Pammie has been my movie-going companion for years. Now that I live in Virginia and she works in Florida for a publisher, we even sometimes watch things over the phone together. And I can tell you, over the years, we have been to many a scary movie together. And she has never flinched. Not once. Not even in THIS flick. I, on the other hand, once pulled on her black sweater to hide my eyes during, I believe, Seven . . . stretching the sleeves so she can no longer WEAR said black sweater. I am the big, fat chicken hyperventilating in the corner.

THAT aside, Pammie laughs at zombies. LAUGHS! Mocks them! I can at least handle zombies and in fact loved this flick. I can tell you that a certain mutual friend of mine and Pammie's (who visits this blog) cannot handle zombies and if I even make a zombie noise, he is destined for sleeplessness.

And so, in honor of Halloween (Demon Baby wants to be a worm. I am trying to talk him into being a dalmation and I will be Cruella . . . we'll see.), I bring back a popular blog topic. What scares the bejesus out of you?

Satan does it for me.

Followed by clowns.

And evil spiders of enormous size.

Cockroaches creep me out, which is different from mortal terror. Rats terrorize me, on the other hand.

Zombies? Not so much. See, I don't know if I believe in zombies (versus Satan? Now . . . I don't know . . . but the Exorcist sufficiently scarred me.).

Serial killers? Not the slasher varieties. Though I saw a Law and Order repeat this week with a serial killer and I was freaked the eff out. I do not, however, watch torture porn, so I can't say if that sh*t scares me since I won't watch it. Never seen Saw I, II, II, IV, and yes, there is a V coming out. What gives with people wanting to watch that stuff?

Vampires rarely scare me. I made an exception for this film.

So . . . happy fall Monday (we had some frost today!). Go ahead. Scare me.

P.S. My best friend arrives on Saturday for a WEEK of fall fun and Halloween together. I can't wait!

Just For Fun

My best friend in the entire world is just about the most creative person I have ever met. She also, for whatever reason, finds me endearing despite the fact that I have four kids that gobble up my time, a house that is chronically messy, and relatives who take her money during poker games. Well, for that last item, she can't really fault ME so much as . . . well, the fates. And cards. And the fact that my mother is extraordinarily lucky in cards AND a good bluffer. Unlike my father who is both unlucky in cards AND can't bluff. But I digress. My best friend is an AMAZING writer, an unbelievable critique partner, a fantabulous baker (!!!) and is godmother to my youngest daughter. She has been there for me through illness and catastrophe. AND, I constantly brag about how creative she is in SO many facets of life--not just writing. And so, for proof, here is her pimped-out Halloween cube. She designed this herself, put it up, and yeah, she's awesome. So here, without further ado, is Pammie's Pimped-Out Cubicle.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!