giant inflatable black cat in the yard. She was so obsessed that her mom bought the half sized version for their own yard.
|(L to R) Me, my cousin, and my partner in spooking|
Up until a few years ago, I always felt a sense of PHD (Post Halloween Distress) when the costume comes off at night. I used to never feel I did enough in October to celebrate: not enough horror movies, not enough Halloween records, just not enough...Halloween-ness in general. But a few years ago, I figured it out. The reason I was feeling this way is, unconsciously, I celebrate Halloween all year round. I watch horror movies all the time. I read horror. My iPod is loaded with horror themed bands. Heck, there's even some proper Halloween songs on there that "normal" people would think I was weird for listening to at any other time of year. Yes, I love Halloween!
Anyway, I feel I'm being a bit long winded with this post. Thank you again for visiting my blog. We had almost 2500 hits this month! Also, thanks for interacting with me, whether through comments, Twitter or email. Without the internets, I'd be one crazy person celebrating Halloween all year long. Now, I can be crazy with a bunch of other people. And if everyone's doing it, we can't all be crazy, right?