October: scare-a-palooza

Some of you might remember a brief post from me a while back about Guy giving me a Halloween scare early. Now, I will admit I saw the boxes at the front porch. I saw the glint in his eye. I recognized that he was up to something, but like a lamb to the slaughter, I innocently fell right into his trap, walking into the living room and finding Mr. and Mrs Harrison having their morning tea.

Crap on toast, I think my heart stuttered, finding them there in the usually dark front room.

But truly, I love this time of year when I lurk on “on demand’s” Halloween menu. It doesn’t have to be scary, in fact, I don’t really go for the horror slasher stuff. But it’s the one time of year that it’s okay to think about black cats and headless horsemen, and I eat it up with a spoon.

Even when Guy scares the peas out of me.

I’m hoping to have a link to the first of Harper’s contest, slated to start today. If It doesn’t show by noon, I’ll give it to you tomorrow. Unlike mine, this is a long-running contest, so don’t freak out.