There is nothing I like better than an Event, with a capital E.

Well ... maybe bath time. And Christmas morning. Oh, and SWAG.

Regardless, I love a good Event. I love being in the thick of things, being where the action is ... hanging out with, you know, 400 000 of my closest friends ...

* If you are a performance artist, or if you are Claire, anytime I say weird, I actually mean engaging and thought-provoking. Obviously.

This is my bohemian-hipster-artist sister Claire.

It's been four years since I was able to get any Halloween action that doesn't involve a spandex-based costume that you can wear while traveling at 110 kph.

So, predictably, I went with bath loofah.

I got a package in the mail from my mom-in-law last Friday, which I was guessing was a birthday gift. And I thought to myself, I can't wait 5 days until it is ACTUALLY my birthday. I decided I was going home to open it right then and there.

When I got home, I announced my intentions, to which Jason promptly replied that I couldn't do that, since it's not my birthday yet. And I answered that, short of there being explicit instructions forbidden that course of action, it was my package, and I could open it whenever I wanted.

So, yeah. Still haven't opened my present yet ...