Curse you Snickers, I'm Boo Radley

I've had a headache and neck and back pains for a couple of days now and my brain feels like its stuck on pause. So I've had the the shades somewhat tilted down, struggling to be productive, which has thrown off the girl.

Mom, she says to me exasperatedly, you don't want to be like Boo Radley.

I said who?

You know, Boo Radley from "To Kill a Mockingbird", who always had the shades closed and everyone thought was a monster and he never went out in the fresh air...

Inside I was so thrilled that she was comparing me to a literary character (even if it is a monster) from a book that her Nana gave her, rather than say, a character on SpongeBob or iCarly. I let her open the blinds even though it pained my brain slightly. Worth it--I'll definitely sacrifice my intelligence for hers at this point.

I blame my headache on this totally creepy Snickers commercial:



Did anyone else think this was the opening frames of a new horror movie? Where did they even get that mask? Totally ghoulish. Did they hire the same lighting designer who lit the first Saw where those 2 dudes are chained in that gross bathroom? Man, the way the "lady" touches the mom's face and grabs her cart--how is this mom not crapping a brick?

Snickers, if you wanted me to associate bags of your candy with fear and monsters, mission accomplished. Congratulations, you've replaced that disturbing nun mask from "The Town" in my nightmares.