The biggest conflict in our marriage is not money, kids, communication styles or differing hobbies. It's Halloween. I hate it, he loves it.
So because I am a fabulous and accommodating wife, tonight has been deemed scary movie night. My idea of a scary movie is something like Kiss the Girls because getting stolen out of your bed in the middle of the night by a serial killer is as about as scary as I can imagine. Or Bone Collector - I've never been able to look at the locks on cabs the same again.
Shea's idea of a scary movie seems to be body parts getting hacked/sawed/bitten/burned off. If it's not torture, it's ghosts or zombies - both of which I don't believe in and find generally annoying.
I can sit through The Shining, Silence of the Lambs, Mothman Prophecies, The Ring and Seven. I even watched the first Saw movie in the theater without puking. I might have had my coat wrapped around my face and plugged my ears the whole time, but I sat there - HATING MY LIFE.
I don't do torture, sharks, stabbing, anything involving a screwdriver as a weapon, chainsaws, the removal of body parts, incidents occurring in deep water and movies about crimes happening in the city I live in (this includes BTK because throughout my senior year in college I was convinced on more than one occasion he was in my closet).
The real world is scary enough for me.