Driving into work this morning, I realized just how subconsiously my mind is always geared toward Halloweenish things.
I was singing along, loudly, to the classic Christmas song, (There's No Place Like) Home For the Holidays.
After the initial, "Oh there's no place like home for the holidays" chorus, the first line of the next stanza is, "I met a man who lives in Tennessee, and he was headin’ for, Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie;". Well, apparently, in my mind he wasn't headin' for Pennsylvania because I blurted out "TRANSYLVANIA"... I had a really, really good laugh imagining Count Dracula going home to his snowy covered castle for some pumpkin pie ;)