Halloween was a success, which is no surprise, since it is the only "holiday" I actually put any deadly energy into. Obviously I was a 12 year old, vampire ballerina from the 1930's with a thirst for human blood. I had to verify this many times with folks who came to my spooky party... they seemed to think I was a dead zombie bride, boy did I show them. For almost the entire evening I stalked people with a the look of hunger and rarely spoke a word.
This was our last pose together, before I ate the crap out of that Jumanji man.
The Halloween spook fest party was on a Friday. Come Wednesday evening, which was technically Halloween, I immediately became Super Martha Stewart and set-up the front entrance of the house for the smelly little children in barely impressive halloween attire expecting my awesome arrangement of candy bars. The babies don't count, since the creepy parents choose those fluffy little bear and elephant costumes.