I am a notoriously violent sleeper.
By day... I am all sweetness and light.
By night... you better watch your back.
I kick, scream, hit, and curse in my sleep. Usually, my violence is directed outwardly, but recently I've begun attacking myself. Literally.
This is the second time I've tried to scratch my face off in my sleep in as many months. I'm considering wearing mittens to bed. Curtis suggested I go as the Bride of Frankenstein for Halloween. Thanks, Honey.
Other scary news from the week:
King got a referral to an orthodontist. [Shudder]
Also, I saw this interesting Halloween decoration in the neighborhood:
Amusing? Disturbing? Puzzling? Yes.
Finally, we are expecting thousands of trick-or-treaters tonight. It is truly scary. We can't afford to buy "good" candy for the masses, so I buy bulk piñata candy.
This is 1000 pieces. We'll be lucky if we don't run out by 9 p.m. Seriously.