I have new listings for my jack-o-lanterns on eBay! I also have a few new hanging jackos that just came out of the kiln that I will be listing later this week, so do check back! Just click on the pumpkin pic on the upper right hand side of this page and you'll be taken to the listings.Thanks! And good luck in your bidding!
What I was going to say was how lucky I am that I do not have a Halloween hater in my home. Actually, Mr. ShellHawk is pretty supportive and accepting of my very definite obsession/quirks.
Case in point: I was inspired by the grapevines I brought home from a wine-tasting trip we went on earlier this year. I knew I could make something out of them, but I'd have to soften them up a bit first. So I stuck some in the guest bathroom's bathtub and covered them with water.
A day or two later, Mr. ShellHawk wanders in to use the bathroom. When he comes out, he says, "There are grape vines in the tub."
"Yup," I answer.
"Do I want to know?"
"Probably not."
"O.K. Just wondering."
That's it. No hollering or anything. The guy is just a good sport, and very tolerant.
If you have a family member who is not into Halloween, and they're good sports, too, take a minute to thank them. They'll appreciate it.
If only I had the $55k lying around! I'm sure I could convince Mr. ShellHawk that we needed this to park out front on Halloween! That's an easy sell, right?*sigh*
Bram Stoker's Dracula. Collector's Edition. Blu-Ray. Costco, $14.99.Beautiful. Be sure to watch the making of the movie. Absolutely fantastic!
Where I live, we have rural mailboxes. Not that we don't live two and a half seconds away from Costco, Home Depot and Trader Joe's. Nope. We just have rural mailboxes. So Saturday, in preparation for my daily trek of one block, I grab my keys and slide on my flip-flops to shuffle down to the mailbox. I say to Mr. ShellHawk, "I should be getting my book from Ghoul Friday any day now.""Oh," he says, not knowing what I'm talking about. I shrug and head out.
As I open the mailbox, there it is, right on top, Ghoul Friday's neat handwriting announcing the arrival of my latest and most joyful indulgence: Brains vs. Coffee. Back in the house, I jumped up and down and crowed with happiness. I got a raised eyebrow from Mr. ShellHawk until I handed him the book. He read a couple of entries and laughed.
You can't possibly live without this book. You. Just. Can't.
In Ghoul Friday's own words:
"Many of us find ourselves in a zombified state, secretly craving brains. Being upstanding citizens, we recognize the need for a substitute: coffee.
Everyday we must choose between our secret desire for brains and the more socially acceptable cup of coffee.
Brains vs. Coffee: The Daily Debate of the Urban Undead chronicles my struggle as I weigh the pros and cons to consuming, storing, preparing, enjoying and disposing of each product."
I was taking a break from toiling in my Garage of Doom, reading my new book, when neighbor V walked across the street for a visit, coffee in hand. I silently handed her the book. She laughed out loud at the title, then read a few excerpts out loud. We laughed our asses off. A friend arrived to help out with prop building. She read a few and wanted to know where to purchase the book. I told her, and I'm sure she'll order it.
The book, itself, I realized, is like a zombie, nipping and biting, infecting people one by one with its wit. People who, in turn, infect others with the need for brai-I mean, the need to have this book on their bookshelf. I hope you appreciate this bite, because after all, I don't bite just anybody!
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