Top and Jeans-Gap, Belt-Jacob, Shoes-Aldo
Halloween is almost upon us.
And can I just tell you that it is my least favorite holiday {if you can even call it that}.
I am the biggest chicken you will ever lay eyes on.
I freak out about everything.
I got scared of Ernest Scared Stupid.
Go ahead. Judge. I'm ok with it.
The problem with this all is that I am married to a man who likes scary movies and shows.
His brothers are watching that show The Walking Dead and they convinced him that we should watch it.
So, last night, we cozied up in bed with our laptop and watched the first episode.
I was in Travis's armpit wimpering the whole time.
It. Was. Terrifying!!
Afterwards, I was conviced I would never be able to sleep again, and so I made Travis stay up till midight with me, watching funny cat videos on youtube to try and get it all out of my head.
Needless to say, I don't think we'll be watching any scary movies or tv shows together anytime soon.