Halloween, my holiday!
We started out with a party at a friends house, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows and bobbing for apples. And watching Rocky Horror Picture Show, which was... um. The English language, even with it's thousands of specialized words for every mood and occasion, has not got a word for the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
From there it was on to the clan gathering, where Jen and I stole the show with our masquerade ball costumes. And then, even though I asked for today off and was told I had it, I got to wash all the gel and paint and feathers out of my hair and off my face and go to work at 6 am, and that was hellish. But when I got off there was a note from Jen tucked under my windshield wipers, and that made it all better.