Blarg.

I was sick earlier this week, but as of yesterday I've been all better. I almost blogged yesterday, but I ended up feeling too busy trying to catch up on things from being sick, and trying to get ready for Halloween, so I didn't. But now I am.

Last night was awesome. Well, 90% awesome. Brett took off early from work, and we drove down to Woodenville to help with his aunt's haunted house. Brett was a zombie doctor, and I was monster hands. As in, I stood behind a wall of spider webbing inside a darkened tent, and pretended to grab at people with giant monster arms. It was rad, but they were heavy, and now I'm sore. It was a great gig though; everyone either laughed or screamed, which is kind of what you're going for when you're in a haunted house. And I didn't have to wear greasy makeup, which was a plus because it always makes me break out.

I've broken my usual rule of posting flickr sets in chronological order, and posted the photos from last night ahead of seven other photo sets that were taken earlier, but whatevs. Also, sadly there are no photos of me OR of my super-cool monster arms, because I was waiting until the end of the night to ask Brett to stop zombieing and take my picture, but he was...out of commission before that point.

Let's just say...one of us ate dinner but didn't drink, and the other one drank but didn't have much dinner. That "other" one ended up realizing his error a bit too late, and the back of his cousin's playhouse will never be the same. It all happened very fast, and before I knew it we were speeding down the freeway: poor, unfortunate Brett with his head buried in a plastic bag, and me sans-monster arm photos, and one mitten short. I loved that mitten. :(

Luckily everyone there was very understanding and not offended (especially since Brett hadn't intentionally gotten super wasted; he just didn't have enough to eat, and didn't realize how much he was drinking), and we left fast because he wanted to get home, not because we got the boot. Once we got home he passed out and slept quite soundly on the bathroom floor, and I spent the night obsessively checking in on him until the wee-hours of the morning.

When he woke up this morning he was sore, but fine for the most part. He found me passed out in a recliner in the living room, and woke me up around 8am when he came in to eat his breakfast on the couch.

Yes, that's right. Not only was he capable of eating a normal breakfast, but a few hours later he WENT TO WORK. And stayed there, behaving as his normal productive self for the rest of the work day. Apparently my husband is made of steel. I could never have pulled off such a feat.

I myself was so sore from monster arming and exhausted from staying up to watch over Brett that I spent today in a zombie-like stupor in front of the tv, watching one season-two episode of Buffy after the next. I usually tell people that season one is the worst, and I think it probably IS the worst in a lot of ways, but as someone who's watched the whole series through multiple times, I think I actually like the content of season one better than the first half of season two. Ah...Buffy.

I feel so guilty about this week. I swear, it's just been one thing after the next, and I haven't gotten anything done. The house is a wreck. The kitchen is so messy that it's barely usable. I didn't post our "weekly planner," because I got sick and never actually made a plan. And then there was Halloween, and then recovering from Halloween. And now it's almost Friday and our house looks like it's been searched for drugs or something. And I'm STILL tired and sore. Tonight we seriously ate StoveTop stuffing and White Castle burgers for dinner. Nuh-asty. But also delicious. So delicious.

Anypoop, I'm going to bed. But before I do:

Halloween 2007