Please don't punish my husband if he submits his mid-term grades just a titchy bit late today. You see, in a fit of Halloween enthusiasm, fueled by guilt over my diminished capacity at 9 months pregnant (and not helped at all by the utopian bloggers who document every moment of their blissful Halloween family togetherness with professional photography), I sort of got mad and made my husband come home from work early to carve some dang pumpkins with the kids. Because that's IMPORTANT. And we WILL have family together time, even if it sets us all on edge. I may or may not have behaved slightly less than rationally about the importance of a carved pumpkin on Halloween. I also may have been a bit of a tyrant about trick or treating ("You aren't finished yet! Get back out there! I want those buckets overflowing with candy and I don't care how cold it is!" etc.) So please don't punish him for it. And please bring steak back to the all-faculty banquet. Oh, and please stop making professors submit mid-term grades around Halloween (or, ever).
Halloween enthusiast, lunatic.