So, now, my sinuses have completely taken over my life. They have made the last sneezing attack their coup d’eta, and I have surrendered with a white flag that looks amazingly like a cheap office kleenex. And might I add, they are NOT comfortable on the noses.
Text message to Bryan: I don’t feel like Trick or Treating tonight. I feel like poo.
Text message from Bryan: I will take care of you.
Which is a huge consolation, admittedly.
The Boy is going as a werewolf for Halloween. This is very exciting but kind of out of the blue. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I understand. Power Rangers, I can grasp. But a werewolf seems really out of left field, considering the only exposure he’s had to the creatures is “Wallace and Grommit’s Curse of the WereRabbit”.. and as you can see.. it’s not really a wolf. So I’m at a loss.
Chappie, who is this older southern country man that works with me just came over to visit and told me his plan for tonight. He says, “I’m gonna sit out on the porch with two coolers. Candy to my right and beer to my left. The candy’s for the kids and the beer’s for the good lookin’ mommas.”
Ah, Halloween in the south.
Delle is attending some VERY LARGE Halloween parade in New York. She leads such a big city life. I miss her terribly. I hope she knows that. I’m ready for her to come home.
So Halloween is upon us. I hope there’s some spooky tv tonight. If nothing else, Bryan’s rented “The Ring” (and amazingly, has not yet returned it.. y’all all know how I am about returning movies), so I could cuddle up with that. No one call me tonight, though.
I hope everyone has a safe and freakishly fun Halloween!
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