BOO!

I saw the movie “Signs” last night for the first time. Luckily it wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought it would be. I’m sure some of you are thinking,  “Uh, that movie isn’t scary at all”; but I will be the first one to admit I am a big baby. I’ve never been a fan of scary movies. In fact, I covered my eyes in the Pixar movie “Brave”—that’s how big of a baby I am.

And maybe I just don’t like them because I know how seriously I take them. As a perfect example, I have lately been addicted to the TV series “Pretty Little Liars” (judge me), and as a result, I have come to think that someone is watching me all the time. Not kidding at all. I am constantly checking over my shoulder to see if someone is following me, I check and double check to make sure the doors and windows are locked, I think the worst of any noise I hear, and lets not even get into how scared I get when I’m home alone at night. It’s no bueno. So, if you ask me, I’ve got plenty a good reason to not watch scary movies.

There is only one day a year where I feel the slightest pressure to get into the Halloween spirit and watch something scary (October 31^st duh!) and I’m grateful to say that day is over and I came out relatively unscathed. So thanks for not scaring the day lights right out of my Mel Gibson, I really appreciate it. 

Now, watching other people get scared is a whole different story...

{ps. i apologize in advance for Ellen's inappropriate Halloween costume!}

Goooooood stuff.