I feel I owe Dad a huge apology about everything I've ever said about him and the stove not belonging together in the same sentence. Guess who turned on the wrong eye on the stove tonight and melted the spoon rest? The answer is "Not Dad".
Halloween has always been my favourite time of year, but I am not looking forward to waking up two hours early tomorrow so I can get my costume ready before work.
I was planning on going Trick-or-Treating with Chris tomorrow. Really not my thing, but he was really looking forward to it and I'd already made up our costumes. But I just got told that one of the detectives is out with the flu, and now I've got to pick up a shift tomorrow, which is a load of bullshit. Halloween's one of the worst holidays out there. I don't care if it's on Thursday this year. I'm sure that's not going to cut back on the amount of drunk assholes.