I've always been a bit weird when it comes to Halloween. I hated trick-or-treating as a child, unless I knew the people, because I saw it as a weird form of begging. It made me uncomfortable. I wasn't one for dressing up either. I was whatever my mom decided I would be that year, and most of the time it was a form of one of my old dance costumes. The weirdness continued as I got older. Why? Because, as a girl, especially a girl in southern California, the older you get, the less costume you wear. So in high school, as the rest of the girls showed up to parties in a sexy version of some childhood character, I tried to come up with something funny. My most successful high school costume was when I was a white trash pregnant woman, complete with curlers, a mumu, a faux coat, and since I was in high school, a bottle of Boone's. I'm classy.
Two years ago, I went to a party with Kevin where I view very few people, but was totally proud of my costume. I was a soccer mom. I found the best Halloween vest at K-mart, coupled it with a fancy turtleneck, some sweats, some running shoes and a perfect ponytail and I was set. And once again, the girls at the party were practically naked, even the larger ones. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if a large portion of the female population just don't feel cold. Ever. Needless to say, it was a LONG night and I got plenty of weird looks. and I was the designated driver. What luck!
There is one thing I like about Halloween though. Pumpkins. Well, I sort of like pumpkins. I like carving them, but hate cleaning them out. That was my dad's job growing up. He scooped. We carved. Well, this year, the pumpkin Kevin picked out for us was too small (and much too cute!) to carve. So what did we do? He handed me a Sharpie and told me to go to town. He is pretty cute, if I do say so myself.