It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark...

Halloween 1997 with my bestest friends, looking about as freaky as Catholic school kids could.  I think we were trying to be aliens?  Confession time!  I actually wore that shirt... uh, and the hat... on numerous non-Halloween occasions that year.  Mom must have been so proud.

I'm not a big Halloween person, generally.  Nothing against it, I just don't have the ambition to dress up now that there are no Irish nuns to offend with my costume choice;  I don't like being scared;  Pumpkins are better in mah belly than carved on the front porch; I don't think zombies are awesome OR that they are likely to bring about the apocalypse; AND I'm a big girl and can buy my own candy whenever I want to all. year. long.

However, there is one redeeming aspect to Halloween that makes it all worthwhile for me every year, and that is the frequency with which Thriller plays on every radio station.  (Monster Mash, not so much, but I won't go there.)  Let's just say there's been a whole lot of car dancing happening on the drive to work this week.

Have a great weekend!!