I like Halloween.
I like the bats and the fangs.
The black cats.
And oh yeah, the costumes.
Pumpkins, you're ok too, but do you have to be so grody on the inside?
Yes, we're getting geared up in this house for All Hallow's Eve.
The decorations are up...
the costumes have been purchased [and the poses mastered]...
the treats are being discussed, and the pumpkin patch is being visited [tomorrow. with 100 other kids. and I'm chaperoning. talk about terrifying].
Oh how I love to get my kids all jazzed about Halloween. After all, you just can't knock a holiday where you get to wear a ridiculous outfit and be rewarded for it with sugar. Loads and loads of sugar.
However. I am starting to scare myself [appropriate I guess, considering the spirit of the season and all] because last night, I extended our celebration right into our diet.
No, we didn't eat candy corn ala mode or candy apple souffle. Worse.
We had this:
Mummies in a Blanket!!!!!
Horrific, isn't it? Next thing you know I'm going to start wearing embroidered jack o' lantern sweat sets and light-up ghost earrings.
I'm scared for myself I really am.
So if you see me in the next few weeks and I say something ridiculous like " Ghoul morning, my pretty!" or "You look BOOtiful, daahhhling!", please, do me a favor and put me out of my spooky misery, commit me to holiday rehab before I spend all my money on a over-sized, hand-woven cornucopia...
As soon as my cauldron fizzles out, I'll thank you for it.
Maybe [she types, while cackling uncomfortably....].
Yeah. I definitely need some help.