So Much for H'ween Blogging

Woken up by my own snoring on the easy chair, Sunday Night Football running, very watery Rum and Coke in the glass. Front porch light not on...neighborhood kids probably soaping my truck--screw it. Might be an hour of trick or treating left. I can eat that chocolate in a week. Chicago Bears are running well. Another nap beckons. No body wants to see my Saddam Hussein outfit anyway.