Floating heaaaaaad.
I have been, obviously, quite depressed this week. My friends, in an effort to keep me from having too much of a chance to stew in my own juices, have been doing an admirable job of keeping me out of the house and moving about as much as possible.
Yesterday, ceolyn called and asked if I'd like to have dinner with her and silverkun. This sounded like a fine idea; I said sure, and she said that she'd show up around seven that evening. This determined, I went happily about the business of completely forgetting that she was coming. Because I'm just a silly blonde that way.
When seven rolled around, I was on the phone with ohimesamamama. There was a knock at the door. Like a good little girl, I went to answer it.
Now, I'd like to note that usually, when I hear a knock at the door, I expect to see another person standing there when I open it. Seriously. I'm usually a lot more disturbed when I open the door and there isn't anyone standing there, because ghosts aren't supposed to knock. Usually. The sequence of events was as follows...
1. The Cat knocked on the door.
2. I opened the door.
3. The Cat reached out to hug me.
4. I screamed like a little girl.
5. Mars started demanding to know whether I'd been axe-murdered.
6. I nearly slammed the door on the Cat.
7. The Cat gaped.
8. I choked out 'FLOATING HEAD!' and collapsed laughing.
9. The Cat and I both laughed until we nearly peed.
The Cat is pale. Very, very, very pale. My porch is dark. Very, very, very dark. And yesterday, the Cat was wearing uniformly dark colors. So when I opened the door, I saw...
A floating, disembodied head, which then put forth an equally floating, disembodied hand and tried to pull me into its ghostly embrace!
Yes, I watch too many horror movies. But the effect was flawless. I mean, we could've worked for hours to set up that situation, and not done it as well as we managed to. The Cat laughed until she cried. I explained to Mars, then hung up so that we could go have dinner (Rey couldn't make it -- he was asleep). And for the whole duration of dinner, I ragged the Cat about being so pale that she could pass for the living dead.
I love my friends.
Floating! Head!
Hee.
Yesterday, ceolyn called and asked if I'd like to have dinner with her and silverkun. This sounded like a fine idea; I said sure, and she said that she'd show up around seven that evening. This determined, I went happily about the business of completely forgetting that she was coming. Because I'm just a silly blonde that way.
When seven rolled around, I was on the phone with ohimesamamama. There was a knock at the door. Like a good little girl, I went to answer it.
Now, I'd like to note that usually, when I hear a knock at the door, I expect to see another person standing there when I open it. Seriously. I'm usually a lot more disturbed when I open the door and there isn't anyone standing there, because ghosts aren't supposed to knock. Usually. The sequence of events was as follows...
1. The Cat knocked on the door.
2. I opened the door.
3. The Cat reached out to hug me.
4. I screamed like a little girl.
5. Mars started demanding to know whether I'd been axe-murdered.
6. I nearly slammed the door on the Cat.
7. The Cat gaped.
8. I choked out 'FLOATING HEAD!' and collapsed laughing.
9. The Cat and I both laughed until we nearly peed.
The Cat is pale. Very, very, very pale. My porch is dark. Very, very, very dark. And yesterday, the Cat was wearing uniformly dark colors. So when I opened the door, I saw...
A floating, disembodied head, which then put forth an equally floating, disembodied hand and tried to pull me into its ghostly embrace!
Yes, I watch too many horror movies. But the effect was flawless. I mean, we could've worked for hours to set up that situation, and not done it as well as we managed to. The Cat laughed until she cried. I explained to Mars, then hung up so that we could go have dinner (Rey couldn't make it -- he was asleep). And for the whole duration of dinner, I ragged the Cat about being so pale that she could pass for the living dead.
I love my friends.
Floating! Head!
Hee.