I have no idea what’s going on here and you know how I feel about use of the passive voice but I NEED to have her dressing gown.
I’m home at Stately Chateau Gateau for a few days before I head down to Villa Plumcake until Thanksgiving so it’ll probably be a few more days until I’ll be able to post regularly again, but while I’m sitting here waiting for those big guys in speed suits to change my oil (sadly NOT a euphemism) I thought I’d ask a spooky big question.
Today Miss Plumcake wants to know:
What is your all time #1 absolute scariest scary movie?
When I was a little girl it was The Wizard of Oz (long and traumatic story involving, among other things, the Capital Beltway and a statue of the angel Moroni perched atop the LDS Temple) but as an adult it is, pants down, The Wicker Man from 1973. That stuff will set you off apples for life, man.