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! 

I once heard a comedian relate that, when you’re sick, you can’t help but answer the phone like Elmer Fudd.  “Heh-woh?  Heh-woh?”  That’s how I sound.  I ran home to eat lunch with my Momma, which was OUTSTANDING (cheeseburger pie, a delight that is rarely matched), but something in the air between there and here has my allergies in a tizzy.  I haven’t stopped sneezing in an hour, and Boss is two more sneezes away from sending me home.  It’s making me light-headed, all of the sneezing.  It’s just the time of year.

I’m not giving out candy this year.  I know how Scrooge-y that makes me sound, but last year was such a horrible experience with giving out candy that I don’t want to participate this year.  And more and more churches are doing festivities for Halloween, so I’m REALLY against it.  Don’t get me wrong, I think churches participating are a blessed thing, but I think it’s unfair for children to go to Trunk-or-Treat on Sunday night and stock up on candy, only to show up on my doorstep on Monday night and rob me of my candy.  Also, I’m very against these busloads of children that empty out in my neighborhood to take my candy.  I want the local kids to get my candy.  Don’t you have a neighborhood? 

Okay, so really, I just remember the kids from last year that walked into my house when I didn’t answer the door fast enough for them.  Wandered into MY house, into MY living room.. with their parents.  Their excuse?  “We saw that you are having a party..”

FOR YOU?!  DID YOU GET AN INVITATION?!

Sorry.  Small rant there.

No, at this rate, I will be curled up, post-bath, on Bryan’s overstuffed green leather sofa, reading Little Earthquakes and drinking tea.  And really, until I have my own younguns to tote around and steal candy from, this may be how I spend Halloweens from now on.

Euphamisms one may use to describe “doin’ the nasty”: