That's what my wife tells me. And I tell her. "Yes I am. But I ain't alone."
You see, I love Halloween. I get to watch again all of those sick, scary, blood curtailing movies. Halloween 1,2,3,4,5,. Michael Myers, Saw 1, Saw 2. And I love watching them late at night when it's dark, and hopefully raining. The rain seems to add a more eerie sense of creepiness to the experience.
On the flip side. My wife can't understand why I can laugh at Seinfeld episodes I've seen hundreds of times, or Chevy Chase and the Vacation movies over and over.
I keep telling her that I really don't need a lot in life to be happy.
You see, I love Halloween. I get to watch again all of those sick, scary, blood curtailing movies. Halloween 1,2,3,4,5,. Michael Myers, Saw 1, Saw 2. And I love watching them late at night when it's dark, and hopefully raining. The rain seems to add a more eerie sense of creepiness to the experience.
On the flip side. My wife can't understand why I can laugh at Seinfeld episodes I've seen hundreds of times, or Chevy Chase and the Vacation movies over and over.
I keep telling her that I really don't need a lot in life to be happy.