THEY’RE HERE

I LOVE Halloween.  I mean, name one other day on which I get to dress up in my tutu, crown, mask, wearing all the gaudy jewelry I can find, and hand out candy to little kids dressed up in the cutest costumes?!?  I absolutely love the holiday.  It is, by far, my very favorite day of the year, even more so than Christmas or even my birthday.  I have missed the last 4, really, by being in law school, although last year I was able to get home in time to hand out quite a bit of candy, all while wearing my crown and carrying my scepter.  I mean, a princess has to do what a princess has to do, and I had to leave class at break so that I wouldn’t miss the fun. 

I have so many good memories of Halloween.  I dressed up once, at about 15 years old, as a pumpkin.  It seems like I stuffed the body with magazines or something, and either me or my Mom sewed the costume.  I dressed up as a princess at work one year.  I used to love getting my son’s costume together, and even when we had no money, he still got a costume.  The least expensive one every ($2) was a mummy, and he won the costume contest at his school.  I bought an old sheet or something and ripped it up to make the mummy wrappings.  There was only one problem – he couldn’t use the restroom for hours.  But, he made it through the whole evening pretty well and won the prize.  How cool is that!

I made him a Batman costume once, and he was a storm trooper one year.  I just loved it.  I still do.  I wish, at 22, he’d still find it fun.  But, kids grow up.  I guess it’s up to me to carry on the tradition – drats. 

Tonight, I carry on the time honored tradition and am enjoying every single minute.  I may have to just go stand outside to bring more customers into my trick-or-treat palace!  Love every minute of it.

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