Complications…

 

I finished out the haunt season with an antibiotic-resistant sinus infection and pneumonia. 

 

Because—and I really do need to get this on a t-shirt—I can complicate the shit out of anything.

 

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My Haunt Widower

 

Husband is now referring to himself as a Haunt Widower and getting absolutely no sympathy for it.  Mostly because I haven’t seen him in a week.

 

So now it’s Friday and I’m short of conversations, unless you want Actual Conversations with Insane Haunt Patrons.

"can I speak to your manager haircut" meme with text reading: "takes kids to a haunted house, yells at actors for traumatizing her children and leaves a bad review"

 

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Locked Out: A Love Story (with monsters)

 

This blog—as you’ll have noticed from the title and the other posts and basically everything—is about the conversations with my husband.  I like him, he likes me, we spend time together and we talk. 

 

Usually.

 

This is the time of year all that changes; my haunt is in full swing and we’re now on opposite schedules (highly recommended for couples who secretly hate each other, btw).  Thus I present to you: Actual Texts From My Husband, including Conversations With Various Zombies, Clowns, And At Least One Demon.

 

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Every Day is Halloween

 

Confession: I am not as young as I used to be.

 

If I’m being completely honest with you, I was probably never as young as I was, except when I was older than I was.

Confused man saying "wait..."

 

I just read that back and realized the only way it makes sense is if you too have been lying about your age your whole life.  If that’s you, congratulations!  You’ve found your people.  If not… try to keep up, because that wasn’t even my point and it’s only going to get weirder.

 

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