The usual. Getting out the hose and climbing onto the roof. Halloween is the one time of year I can exercise my sadistic tendencies and still be more or less within the acceptable bounds of society. Which would be the last place I'd wanna be, except that jail sucks worse than here.
Oh, wait. Actually, this year, I'm going to a birthday party for one of the few people who are more or less "friends" I know. Freaky. I'll have to pay one of my ***** sisters to do the whole hose spiel, lest those arrogant little kids forget their place and start lookign for handouts.