We had a Harvest Carnival at our church on Friday night. My loverly sister happened to be in town, so she got to be the third person in 10 years to attack my mop with a curling iron. Went well until she scalded my neck...the pain was worth the awesome flip I had to my hair.
The Carnival was a rocking good time. Dance, Dance Revolution was my favorite.
Elk update: Hubby went out alone today (got up 3am) and has until sundown to fill his tag.