Another All Hallows Eve is past and I have buckets of leftover mini 3 Musketeers, Milky Ways, Snickers, gummy fangs and mystery candy to eat my way through. Lord help my waistline. We didn’t have as many trick-or-treaters as usual. I’m thinking maybe it was because it was on a Wednesday night and a lot of churches probably did their own thing for the little ghosts and goblins?
Cooper was beside himself tonight. Whenever he’d hear the doorbell his ears would perk up and he’d run to the door. We had to force him to behave and not lick the poor kids to death.
Our most interesting guest was a girl about 10 or so dressed in a platinum blond wig, retro-looking dress and bright red lipstick. I don’t know if she was trying to be Dolly Parton or Jessica Simpson. One little boy was the cutest Power Ranger ever – complete with fake muscles. Halloween is one of those holidays when I wish I had kids.
It occured to me that tonight is the only night of the year that someone dressed as Michael Myers or otherwise outfitted as an ax murderer is welcomed on the doorstep. Any other time I’d be running for the phone to call the police or reaching for a weapon of some sort to defend myself from attack. Holidays are weird.