I am not a fan of horror movies. I change the channel when a commercial comes on. Those old ones for The Grudge were especially disturbing. Lately, it's been The Conjuring. Can't watch, can't listen. The Pony likes the commercials, but I don't know if he would sit through the movie. He starts out watching the GhostHunter shows, and those similar, but switches off after fifteen or twenty minutes. We will both watch them in the daytime, but not so much at night. Could be because of the odd goings-on we have here at the Mansion. Of which we have been spared over the past few weeks.
Driving to town yesterday, The Pony declared from the back seat, "Now THAT was creepy!"
"What? It's broad daylight. Residential neighborhood. What's creepy?"
"Back there. Did you see that? It was a white statue in a hollow under a bush!"
"I think you're probably referring to the Virgin Mary. Go over to the next county. Most of the yards have her out front."
"But this one was in a bush. At first I thought it was a garden gnome. But that was no garden gnome! It was creepy!"
"It is frowned upon to refer to the Virgin Mary as creepy."
"It is also frowned upon to eat her legs."
"That wasn't me! That was that kid. The one who put the Gummi Bears in the microwave. And even HE said he hated to eat her. He only ate up to her waste. Then he dumped her in the wastebasket."
"Still. It's worse than calling her creepy."
The logic of the Gummi Mary, espoused by The Pony.