Demento mori
On Saturday we got to wear our inner freak on the outside. Halleluja! uhm…Trick or Treat? (beware of the beige in this room – it will devour your soul and spit it on the green sofa)
Hubby is a knockoff Dementor, but he doesn’t really identify with it. He prefers to think that he’s an Ominous Ghoul or something. Anyways, I drove. Because I’d rather take a Tipsy Ghoul as a passenger than a driver.
Also, Ghouls unintentionally pose like the poor guys at Abu Ghr@ib. Now that’s just messed up.
