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For those of you who know me, you know my...obsession? fascination? total preoccupation with Hallowe'en. For those of you who don't, well, there are 100 days until Hallowe'en and I've started the planning process.
Wednesday we received a box in the mail. It was about as heavy as a dead body, mostly because it was a dead body. Actually, to be more precise, it was a skeleton and it is now hanging about the house. I left it in my place on the bed yesterday morning. I know the Mr. loved it! Just kidding, he didn't love it. He thinks I'm kinda creepy, but he likes me just the same anyway. I'm not sure what I'm going to call her. Cassandra perhaps...or Lizzy. Not sure. Lizzy has a certain ring to it.
So this year the preparations for Hallowe'en are starting a little early. Usually I start getting frantic in mid-August realizing that Hallowe'en is right around the corner but I'm planning a little shindig this year and need to have all of my zombies in a row beforehand. I've decided on an 80's theme for this year's festivities. I'm not sure what exactly that will mean, but it will certainly involve glow-in-the dark paints and Oingo Boingo on the speakers.
This weekend I'm planning to work out some of the plans for the front yard as I have the back yard pretty well sketched out. I've been doing a graveyard for a couple of years in the front and would like to have some other plan for that as after 5 years of the Landsman Family Graveyard, I think it needs a bit of perking up.
|She looks sad... (courtesy of the brilliant and talented ShellHawk)|