24 days until the streets are crawling with miniature goblins, animals, fairies, superheros, and just about any other creative creature you can think of. Hands stretched wide, demanding sweet treats or busting right through your front door glassy eyed, as if out of the Thriller video, chanting "I want candy. Give me!" Ironically, for the past 5 years, there have been no sweet treats available at my house. Every year, the same poor looking hand made sign:
SORRY, NO MORE CANDY TONIGHT.
Translation...
WE NEVER INTENDED TO GIVE OUT CANDY, WHICH IS WHY WE STARTED TRICK OR TREATING BEFORE NIGHT FALL. NOW WE ARE TIRED AND HAVE TO SORT TREATS... GO AWAY!
Don't get me wrong, I'm not against giving out candy at Halloween or anything like that, I'm just never home long enough to do it. Halloween is Miss J.'s favorite time of the year and she has a one-track-mind. Once she is in her costume she doesn't let the grass grow under her feet, she is eager to hit every house in the neighborhood, and she will drag her treat bag behind her if necessary. I can't front like I don't enjoy being a part of the action. Last year, I was in full costume the whole day because my job was having a costume contest AND because I was determined to be all cute and hit a halloween party with my bff once lights were out for the little ones. This year will be no different. The excitement is already stirring, as I had to hide Miss J.'s costume so she wouldn't open it ahead of time. I decided to do something different this year with her. I am usually the head decision maker when it comes to costumes. I will see something cute, I will get it, she will like it, mission accomplished. But since she's 5 now, I decided to let her pick her own costume. To my surprise, she chose to be Batgirl.
To keep with the Batman theme I am considering breaking out a whip and some patent leather threads to transform myself into Catwoman. This is only a thought, due to the fact that the original fabulous Catwoman costume, you know the one that Halle wore, does not cover areas that I need to hide right now. I might be brave though, we'll see. Or, I might end up channeling my inner flytie and throwing a little black together to make my own. If I chicken out on Catwoman then I will just be a regular old cat... with some sex appeal of course. You will have to wait for post-Halloween pictures to see if I was a villian...
OR an innocent.
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