In an impulsive moment, I suggested to Chris and Edwin that we watch one of the Michael Myers Halloween movies. The original one looms large in the scary movies of my child room- well, tween-hood to be precise, so I’ve always been curious about what I’ve missed In the undead saga. We picked the one that came out in 2017 (I think).
I spent the whole hour and a half yelling at the screen, shielding my eyes, and plugging my ears. Then when it was time to pick up Maxine, I turned on all the interior lights in the car and checked the back seats and hatchback before getting in. Why do I do this to myself?
My Corner of the Village 