The Opposite of Fun

Once again I had to torture myself by carving a pumpkin using a stencil. You can't tell, but on the back is a cat and when lit it casts a shadow. In the middle of all this I started swearing and sweating (and stepped on a shard of broken glass) and said I'd never do it again. I'm oddly pleased by how the rats look like my sister's old guinea pig. I'll leave the question of whether or not I purchased a half-priced stencil book today unanswered.

Last night after our 13th trick or treater dressed up as him/herself, we instituted a new rule: "If you can't be bothered to dress up, we can't be bothered to give you a Snickers or Butterfinger. You will receive a Starburst instead."