The first House of Hijinks Halloween was pretty rad, not gonna lie, but I was too busy partying to document the party itself. My bad! I didn't get a single photo of Alex in his Phantom Grim Reaper costume, which might be for the best now that I think about it. He had a blast trick-or-treating around the neighborhood with his friends. Without grown-ups. That was a big step.
Genoa stuck to me like glue all night, which was just as well since we went as kitties together. I think I deserve a medal for not making a single pussy joke all night. I was in rare form.
Today is November, however, which is NOT going to be my favorite month. Not even with NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo and 30 Days of Gratitude and Noshavember and nope, not gonna do any of that this year. All I'm going to do is not drink for 32 days and write about not drinking. It's going to suck and it might not paint me in the most flattering light, but I'm going to be as honest as I possibly can about it. Even if I fail.
(ESPECIALLY if I fail.)
For the record, Day One has been a breeze. I slept for four whole hours last night before dragging us all out of bed early to get to Genoa's parent-teacher conference at 8:45. (I'm sure I made an excellent impression what with yesterday's makeup, a hangover and purple hair.) Needless to say, I felt like shit all day. Not drinking has never sounded so good.