Halloween closes in...

...and, I am so not ready. The Big Ass Spider project has come to a screeching halt.  Apparently, my craft room is a little high on the humid side and the Big Ass Spider along with all the pumpkins would not dry correctly.  The pumpkins can be baked in the oven.  A 27" long spider?  Not so much. I've warned my mother they will be getting their pumpkins around Christmas.  It sucks, I know, but I need to focus on one thing at a time, and the party is imminent. Holy shit on a stick where am I going to put all those people?  There are people coming who couldn't make it last year!  With fingers crossed, lots of prayers to various gods, and maybe a sacrificed chicken, we are hoping it will be a nice night and we can just open the house up.  That should help. Next year will be easier.  No moving.  No lack of workspace.  No random encounters with kamikaze approaches to home renovation.  I have a path with which to work.  I have a plan.  And, yes, it will change as all best laid plans do, but at least I know this one will be seen through to its fruition. I just hope my peeps forgive that my house is more like Generic Halloween Party and less Zombie Apocalypse than I had hoped it would be.  At least I know that with my group, much fun will be had all around. I love my peeps. On another note, NaNoWriMo is in less than two weeks.  I have sort of a clue.  Maybe an outline.  A kind of preparation.  Man, the level of insanity this one will take will be epic!  Epic!  And, I've sucked some of my family into it.  This is a point where you should hear maniacal laughter.  I am wringing my hands in evil anticipation. Today, on top of it all - without mentioning I still need 12 hours of CEUs for my license - I had jury duty today.  It wasn't so bad, mostly explaining how the process that will randomly interrupt our lives will work.  The judge was very nice and indicated that they would work with us as best they can.  There's that at least.  I feel better at that reassurance - and the fact that they only need us 8 days.  What was it my friend Ashley said she had to endure?  25?  Ugh.  I suddenly feel very lucky. But, you know the worst?  The absolute worst?  I haven't a costume!  Super Husband doesn't have one either, but he'll come up with one faster than I will. We do this every year, he told me, we run the party but forget the costumes.  It's the curse of good hosts, I guess. Help? ______________________ My house? Still a mess.  My neighbors?  Still unwarned.  My ability to come up with party games?  Still pathetic.  Timmy eating a grotesque meal at the kitchen table and greeting people with a "I'm so happy to be consuming body parts, gimmer yours!" grin?  Priceless.