Here’s the deal. I love Halloween. It’s always been my favorite holiday. This may be because horror is my favorite genre. I like horror movies and I love to read horror by authors who know how to write it. I like to dress up.
The last few years I’ve dressed as a slacker because I want to wear pajama bottoms to work. This year a co-worker insisted we dress as zombies, even those she’s never read a zombie book or seen a zombie movie. (Poser!) This worked for me. Zombies are fun. The only problem was the walk home. I’m certain everyone driving by thought I was a crazy, homeless woman; even that chick sitting in front of her house whose wiener dog was dressed as a hot dog, complete with bun and mustard. (Yeah, I’m crazy.)
This zombie photo of me reflects how I feel these days. I’m tired; too tired to write several blog entries for a new series chronicling my adventures in walking. But please come back to read about Kat’s Death March or Getting in Shape Before Falling Off Bridge or whatever I decide to call the series. TEASER: Inadvertent flying without plane – a Grim experience – Calling all search parties.
“…it’s always something…” Roseanne Roseannadanna
