Some "autumn harvest party" we had. When you're not allowed to celebrate halloween, you have harvest parties, or martyr parties. And you do weird things like tie your hands up (maybe like the Christian martyrs did) and you smoosh your face in green pies to dig for skittles...like martyrs...do. And you dress like hookers...oh wait, I'm supposed to be a gypsy. From left: Suzanne, tracy, me (hooker gypsy tramp), and Diana.