I mean, it got out of the veins, just not out of my body, if so I think I made a large sacrifice to the Halloween gods." This is the point that husband mutes the TV and says "What did you just ask me? And why?" Well, I was thinking about posting how the abbey tried to kill me during set up this weekend. I have this huge bruise on my arm from one of the panels. Then I thought about it. I actually ran into the panel (with my usual grace and style so I am so glad we do not film at the Graveyard - or I would be very entertaining on YouTube), so technically.... I really should say I tried to kill the abbey and it was just defending itself. I bent down to pick up something stood up and leaned forward at the same time...right into a corner of one of the panels. I think he took it as a hostel attack, obviously unaware of my famous clumsiness, because he did not budge an inch. In fact...I think it lunged forward into my arm. Sure looks like it. I lea...