The other day I just had a feeling that the day was not going to be a normally peaceful day.
I don't know why - just a feeling I got.
But, as the morning progressed and nothing strange had happened I started to think the day was going to be okay.
That was foolish on my part.
You see, the day turned out to be anything but normal. It was actually a cool, crisp day to the start of Fall which was a pleasant relief from all the hot, humid days we've been experiencing.
So, hubby and I decided to go for a walk. Since it was so beautiful out we decided to go for a long, leisurely stroll - and that was our mistake!
As we were pulling into the driveway hubby and I got a sense that something wasn't right. The ground was shaking and the house was being rocked off it's foundation.
And, we do mean off its' foundation - hard as that may seem for you to believe.
We looked at each other and said, "what on heaven's earth is going on?" The house was literally rocking to and fro.
As we gingerly stepped out of the car we realized it couldn't be an earthquake as the ground under our feet wasn't moving - thank goodness for that! But, the house was still rockin to and fro!
And, out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw movement in the windows. Not just movement in one window - but, all of the windows. As if someone were peeking out the windows and realized too late they had been seen. Now we knew something was going on inside the house.
And, then we heard it - LOUD music.
Not just any music, but the song "The Monster Mash" by Bobby "Boris" Pickett was playing louder than was acceptable in our neighborhood.
We were surprised that we hadn't heard the LOUD music as we were driving up the street.
We were even more surprised that none of our neighbors could hear it.
In fact, our next door neighbor came out and waved at us as he got in his car. He didn't seem to hear the LOUD music.
We looked at each other and said, "He didn't hear that?" How can he not hear that? It's extremely loud. Catchy, but LOUD.
It was catchy and we did have to admit - how can you not like "The Monster Mash?"
It's definitely a song that gets your feet moving.
However, it seems we were the only ones who could hear the music.
We could see from where we were standing in the driveway that there was definite movement inside the house. Not just any movement. There seemed to be many, many people dancing.
On closer inspection we realized that it wasn't people dancing - it was the Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Fall dolls dancing. They were having a party while we were out. A "Monster Mash" party.
At this point I could see that hubby was perspiring. I thought for sure he was getting angry and that within a few minutes his blood would be boiling.
Then the strangest thing happened - he started to do "The Monster Mash" right out in the driveway.
"It was a graveyard smash"......right in our driveway.
"The Monster Mash!"
"It caught on in a flash!"
And, then my arms and legs started moving.
I was doing "The Monster Mash" right out in our driveway.
Two old fogies doing "The Monster Mash!"
"The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds!" Even us, in the driveway.
Everyone was doing "The Monster Mash!"
"It caught on in a flash!"
"The Monster Mash!"
But, everything wasn't cool.
The house was still rockin' and our feet were still mashing. It had to stop. We had to stop it.
But, "The Monster Mash" was the hit of the land.
Well, make that the hit of our house.
The dolls were all filing out of the door in single order.
Ghosts, witches, mummies, Dracula, Frankenstein, pilgrims, scarecrows, even turkey's, - all doing "The Monster Mash!" Right in our driveway.
We realized it couldn't be stopped.
Why, "it was a graveyard smash!"
So, hubby and I looked at each other and decided that life was just too short not to enjoy yourselves.
Albeit we were doing "The Monster Mash" with thousands of dolls.
We looked at each other and said, "what a scene this must be for the neighbors!"
But, none of the neighbors were coming out of their houses.
In fact, our next door neighbor returned and just waved at us before he went into his house.
That was strange!
Then we thought, "for sure he could see everyone in our driveway doing "The Monster Mash!"
Or, was it just hubby and I looking ridiculous by ourselves?
Could we be doing "The Monster Mash!" all by ourselves?
Or, were we even doing "The Monster Mash" at all?
Was it all just in our imagination?
Weren't we just doing "The Monster Mash" with thousands of dolls?
Well, in the case of our dolls maybe we should call them "monsters!" "Monsters" for all the trouble they cause us.
In any event, I guess we'll never know.
That day was anything but normal.
Strange, but in a way glorious.
How can you not like "The Monster Mash?"
"It catches on in a flash!"
So, when you get to our door this Halloween, tell them Boris sent you.......