I clearly misidentified the origin of this image, if not the name:
I told Trent that I was pretty certain it was from the third movie in the Evil Dead trilogy, Army of Darkness. Alas! I was wrong (it does happen from time to time). Trent was right: It’s actually from the second movie, Dead by Dawn.
Mea culpa. I officially hang my head in shame.
As penance for this gross oversight I will tell you a couple of stories and hope like hell I’m not repeating myself.
Some of you know that
we are I am a notorious prankster at home. Well, one night Tom and I managed to have the house to ourselves. I’m not sure how this happened. Naturally we used this rare occasion to enjoy a romantic dinner and DVDs. We had ourselves a private Evil Dead marathon.
So, there we were, all snuggled up on the couch like a couple of teenagers. My husband went to make a kitchen run for us, and as he got up to go I said in my sweetest voice, “Aren’t you going to kiss me first?” He turned and leaned down to oblige, and just as he was an inch from my face I screeched, “DEAD BY DAWN!”
The poor man was so startled. He jerked back to a standing position and pulled his fist back, ready to defend himself from the undead spouse of a hapless archeologist. I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Occasionally I would enlist my son in the service of pranking Tom. It was an early morning back before Morrigan was born when I took my son aside and told him, “Here. Take this.” I handed him a broom with a Frankenstein mask attached. “Take it outside and lean it against my bedroom window, Ok?” The boy snickered and obliged. He loved being in on the game.
I quietly crept back to the darkened room where my husband still lay asleep and crawled back under the cover. I saw the shadow of the “monster” appear in the window and waited until I heard Henry close the back door. I shook Tom and whispered urgently, “Tom. Tom! Wake up! There’s someone trying to look in our window!” He jumped up, grabbed a baseball bat and headed toward the back door. He came in holding the broom, laughing.
“Damn!” he managed to get out. “You got me.”
That man could teach stones patience, I tell you.