I wish Tim wouldn't insist on watching Night of the Living Dead every year. It's scary, and I can't be sure that he's lying when he says it was filmed in our back yard. Eeek! They just said Greensburg. Gasp. They just mentioned Latrobe, McKeesport, Pittburgh! They mention my town and I'm barricading myself in the basement.

I still don't know what I plan to dress as tomorrow, but I hope this year no one shows up at the party dressed like me.

And at least this year I didn't dress up my cat.