We watched a wonderful rendition of Wuthering Heights last night that rivals my favorite A&E's from the nineties. It's only a couple of years old. That's a favorite book, I love the Brontes. We have free FlixFling (or something) this week. We watched Carved on hulu the other night too. That was not the worst horror flick, but it's no competition for Pumpkinhead. Know I dreamed of Theresa, but can't remember, although Frankie was trying to get me up for breakfast. When I would not get up he decided to go down and make breakfast himself. Shiner always supervised his meals, but Frankie jumps up on the counter. It was Lysoled about a hundred times last night, only twice so far this morning.
