Here I am and it is the bewitching hour. It is a quarter to midnight and I am visiting my sister. We are eating chocolate, sitting on the couch, and watching DVR'ed versions of our favorite shows. That's when this witch gets me laughing. She has glowing red eyes and she holds a skull in her left hand. She is broken from all the love of young toddlers. Push her button on her tummy and her eyes light up, she waves her skull up and down, and tries to tip her head side to side, only she can't anymore, so it's more like a wobble.
I stayed up too late. That is the sure recipe for laughing until you cry about everything and nothing all at the same time. Then I have to clap my hand over my eyes and hold my face because it hurts.