Halloween, Leaf Blowers, and Boy/Girl Dates.

It was a heck of a week, and included World Series watching,

 workout crashing,

a trip to the dentist and to get flu shots,

 Grandma putting the ingrates to work,

 and Halloween.

Which was a total melee of smoked meat, cocktails in pumpkins, and trick-or-treating on golf carts

 

plus acting terrible with best friends and matching hair with Grandma, the world's best sport.

Because biting off more than any person can sanely chew is our family motto, the next day I made a quick trip to DC for the Regimental Dining In (scheduled to take place at Nats Park long before the World Series win but still pretty cool),

and immediately upon my return, the Nieman and Ryan men took off on a boys' trip to catch an ECU game in Greenville. 

(The hotel pool turned out to be a big hit, too.)

Not to be outdone, the girls got fancy and went for pedicures

before hitting up a trampoline birthday party,

finishing the night with s'mores (because it finally, sort of, felt like fall),

and warding off daylight savings with crepes (and hopefully not Type 2 diabetes).

After a week like that, we needed a Sunday to recover.

So naturally, we cleaned out the gutters,

got in a workout (or some of us did),

and  set up Christmas (a longstanding post-Halloween Walters Family Tradition.)

Maybe my favorite thing on a whirlwind week was the discovery of the leaf blower, to which my parents- who had convinced us that all yardwork must be done by hand- had never introduced us. Of course Seth Nieman owns one. I spent much of the post-gutter cleanup wielding my new discovery, drunk with power.

I was delighted to find that Finley felt the same way.