Busier than a one-armed coathanger...

That's what I'm going to be tonight - I got home to find the Halloween Massacre has well and truly begun, and I really need to post as soon as I've read and compiled the ten posts that appeared since this morning. Thank goodness the time zones will give me some leeway! And I still need to decide on a costume - one that doesn't clash badly with everything that's been written with my avatar in it so far. The flame thrower has given me an idea, thanks Sparrow. ;)

It also looks like my turn in the other HMRR I'm in - but can't say anything else much about since Dex will sew my mouth shut and chop my fingers off if I do. ;) But again, more writing for me tonight. Something suitably icky. I'm going to have to pull out the Black Eyed Susans or someone else dark and brooding to get myself in the mood.

We had a wedding at the court house today! *grins* Pete's qualified to marry people, and if he's away, it's me or Paula. This couple wanted to get married on the quiet as a surprise to their daughter, who has a big official wedding of her own on the weekend. It was nice, having something constructive come out of work - most of what I do involves people with fracturing lives and I have to admit (especially after a fortnight like the one we've just had) it gets to you after a while. So it was nice, to have something like a wedding. Owen (the sheriff) and I were witnesses, and I have to admit, I got a bit choked up during the vows. I'm so lame.

I'm going to jump off the Net now, and set myself to writing - I just hope no-one uses my character again before I do! ;)