Hello and welcome to another Monstrous Monday Post. I feel under the heading New Year, New You, I should do something different, but the fact of the matter is, I am the same old me. Mind you, I am not apologizing for that. I think there is a lot to be said for the same old me. I won’t say it, because it is unbecoming to toot one’s own horn (although I did once try a feature called Toot My Horn Tuesday). Never mind all that. How about some monsters?
I’m remembering all the times I’ve said, “Can you believe that guy?”
While not tooting my own horn, is it egotistical to say I believe in myself? Two answers come to mind: One, I have often said there are worse things than having an ego the size of Manhattan. Two, what exactly do I believe? I discount the second answer, because most people find it very annoying when you answer a question with a question.
If you’re cold, they’re cold! Let them in!
I veer off the subject of me with a shot of my favorite guy, Nosferatu. He’s looking a little confused in this shot. Maybe somebody just told him they don’t believe in vampires. Or perhaps he was expecting window panes.
“It could be worse. It could be raining.”
I like to use three pictures so will close with this artistic shot from Frankenstein, complete with caption from Young Frankenstein. Nothing wrong with mixing and matching monster movies, is there?
This gets me over 250 words. Score! I hope you’ll join the same old me tomorrow, when it might be Tired Tuesday.
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