"Where's Deckabitch?"

Much fun was had in the haunted forest. As these things go, Markoff's was commendably non-lame. I also only took one swing at something jumping out at me, which, for me, is pretty good. Luckily, it didn't land. Though Abby and James laughed quite a lot at my automatic reflex of fighting stance whenever something jumped out from behind a tree. I can't help it-- it just happens. And like I said, nobody got hit this time. Though my new nickname is "Decabitch." As in, "oh hells no, I'mma deck a bitch."

I did take a little geeky pride in yelling "Waaaaaaaaalt!" into the darkened forest, though.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go find a corner to cower in. Thanks to Abby, I'm pretty sure that the Virgin Mary is going to eat me. I'll explain some other time.