Card therapy...

You know what they say about idle hands... Well, I have caught up on all the work that has come my way (except for the third quarter bookkeeping for one of my regular clients) and I kept my hands busy this afternoon making Halloween cards. I can't remember the last time I used this big stamp, but I'm hoping that the people who get the cards won't remember it. Now that I really think about it, I'm not sure if I ever used it before at all! I'm losing my mind, bit by bit, it would seem. I think I like the purple card better than the white. Halloween is a good time to use colors that people wouldn't ordinarily put together, isn't it?

I watched Chicken Run last night. What a scream! Richard had told me about it (we chat endlessly about books and movies) and he checked it out at the library for me. I don't know how Tim and I ever missed seeing it in the theater. I remember seeing the preview, but for some reason we never went to see it. It's a very cute movie and Richard was right - it was like Stalag 17 with poultry. You know, it's funny, until after Tim and I were married, I very seldom went to the movies. When I was a kid, my mother considered anything but a Disney movie at the drive-in a terrible extravagance, so my sister and I were never really allowed to go to the movies with our friends. We usually waited for films to come on television - or we watched old black and white movies, which would explain why I love Alfred Hitchcock and murder mysteries and The Thin Man and film noir. Anyhow, Tim took me to my first ever double feature on July 3, 1996; we saw Independence Day and Eraser. Imagine - two movies in one sitting! After that fateful foray into feature film frivolity, we went to the movies just about every Saturday - and up until I threw away junk in our move, I had the ticket stubs to prove it. We saw sci-fi, thrillers, comedies, shoot-em-ups - you name it. We probably spent a small fortune on popcorn - but what's a movie without something to munch on?