So, like, am I 31 or 34 today? Because technically, I should be 34 in, you know, 2004. But I skipped three years. I'm a little confused...
And since my nephew kicked us out of the house last night,
Morrigan graciously offered to put us up until we can get back into the Manor. So now I'm parked on her couch, watching Hocus Pocus. I'm a little offended. You know, witches aren't evil, we don't suck the lives out of little children, we don't fly around on brooms, and we don't have evil spellbooks bound in human flesh. But putting that all aside? This movie's pretty damn amusing. It really, really shouldn't be this funny. And yet, it is.