Yeah, I know you're thinking, "Duh, Kim, that's the point." But I don't think you understand. Scary movies really, really scare me.
The other day I was watching a scary (edited for TV) movie in the middle of the day with all the lights on and commercial breaks and two other people within shrieking distance and I still couldn't take it. That's why Karen walked in the room to see me with my Snuggie* pulled over my head and me whispering, "I don't like it! I don't like it! I don't like it!"
Recently I was over at my dear friends' house watching The Omen (p.s. not really that scary). At one point something onscreen frightened me into a severe panic and I lunged over the coffee table, onto the couch and into the lap of a very startled man. On the way over the table, unfortunately, I knocked a glass and sent it shattering across the room. Yes, I am awesome.
To make amends for my lunacy, I purchased a set of the glasses and brought them to my friends with a note:
So sorry my spastic and reckless behavior has brought such destruction to your home. Here's hoping this peace offering makes up for my behavior. (I purchased a full set in faith that I might be excused for any future occurrences of temporary insanity.)
I hope the friendship can be salvaged. Also, I am really entertaining to watch scary movies with. Want to be entertained? Rent The Shining and invite me over. (Note: use only plastic glasses.)
*Have I not mentioned my Snuggie before? Funny, I thought I had.