All Hallows Eve...

It has recently occurred to me that my life *may* be a little abnormal at the moment. Most people, when they roll out of their sleeping bag on their living room floor Halloween morning, probably don't say: 'Damn. Halloween. I think I have plans. I was really hoping to screw down the squeaky bits in my floor.'

Nor, truth be told, do they try to think of a costume that conveniently works in the wall texturizing spray that they can't quite get out of their hair. Maybe 'construction zombie'? I wouldn't even have to change my clothes. Convenient!

Ah the joys of being different. The good news is that I think my body is finally figuring out how to cope with constant physical labor, which means that right now only my back and neck hurt, as opposed to every inch of me. The back and neck pain is, I believe, directly caused by priming the ceiling - I don't think there is a body born that can hold it's arms up above it's head and stare, open mouthed, at the ceiling for an hour without being a little creaky for the next couple of days. I feel justified in this back pain. Thank all the angels and seraphims that I share an office with one of the best Chiropractors in town - Dr. Victor has been fixing the kinks regularly and only occasionally muttering at me about taking care of my body. He's a saint.

So - for Halloween,the girls and I are (naturally) going to Oktoberfest in New Bronfels to eat bratwurst and drink beer and maybe throw in the occasional deep fried oreo. That's what you're supposed to do on Halloween right? Right?