Adrian is watching some freaky vampire like movie. 30 Days of Night. He put it in for he and I to watch together and he knows, or at least he should, that I can’t stand those kinds of movies! Ick, ick, and more ick. Especially when I’m a little afraid of the dark.
Yah. You read it right. Afraid of the dark. Gotta problem with a 34 year old woman being afraid of the dark??? Do ya? Good. 😉
Sheesh. I can barely stand to listen to that movie what with all the creepy music, heavy breathing, and screaming going on. And that’s just from me!
Okay, I’m not listening. I’m not listening. I’m. Not. Listening.
“So, what’s this movie about, Adrian?”
“I dunno, sweetums.” (no, he didn’t call me sweetums but a little poetic license never hurt) “It takes place in the arctic.”
“Hmm, that sounds interesting. Almost educational even”.
And there I sat, all innocent like, with my bowl of popcorn.
Now if he’d said what the movie was actually about: blood thirsty vicious dead creatures trying to eat everyone who’s trapped in an arctic community during the time of year when there’s no sun for a month I woulda hightailed it outta there right then.
I’m beginning to believe that the last time he brought home a terrifying movie wasn’t such a mistake after all.
Okay. Off to play Scramble. That’ll distract me from the blood curdling screams I hear in the other room.