Ghost, Goblins & Good Times

I love Halloween. It's probably my favorite holiday.  And I say that because I don't really count Christmas as a holiday.  To me, Christmas is more of a spiritual celebration than a holiday. Don't get me wrong, I get caught up in the holiday side of Christmas but it's meaning is much too significant to lump it in with everything else.

So Halloween is at the top of my holiday list.  The dressing up, the candy, the spirit of fun - what's not to love about Halloween?

We use to throw some fun Halloween parties. One of our Halloween parties actually doubled as our engagement party.  We got engaged a week after my birthday and we already had the party planned so we decided it was the perfect way to make the announcement.  I went as the bride of Frankenstein. I thought that tied it all together and was a fun way to make the announcement.

You would probably think my husband would have gone as Frankenstein, right? Because that would make sense, wouldn't it? Well, he didn't. He went as a redneck hillbilly. He's never been fond of couple's costumes or anything matchy.  Although one time I did have him talked into going as Dr. Evil from Austin Powers. I was going to be Mini-Me.  That one was too funny for him to pass up.

So Halloween has always been kinda a big deal around our house.

Except for this year.

I don't know why, but I completely blew it. I don't know if it's just the change in family dynamics or that I've been preoccupied with work but I totally didn't get into it this year.  There's usually a rotation of activities I take the girls to and we didn't go to any of them.  And I didn't put out my Halloween decorations. It was like I completely ignored it this year.

I did manage to make sure my kids were costumed up.  In less than 30 minutes I managed to spray their hair pink and purple, put them in costumes, apply glitter tattoos, complete their makeup and spray them down with enough glitter to make Barbie jealous.

And of course, I was in costume too. Since I was slacking this season I was lucky to find my costume the night before - something I had in the back of my closet from a conference speak-easy. So I spent the day as a flapper girl, or as my husband affectionately said "a 1920's hooker." I don't know why, I like the sound of flapper girl better.

Since I slacked on Halloween I'm going to make up for it for Thanksgiving.  I've already decided that I'm breaking that stuff out tonight, no matter what! My fall wreath, the garland to go around the front door, the turkey candlesticks. It's about to be Thanksgiving around here!