I look tired (this picture was taken at 6:45 a.m.). It's been a long week already... there must be a holiday sometime, or a full moon, no wait! Both!
I actually don't really like Halloween. Maybe it comes from growing up in the country and not really going trick-or-treating or having many trick-or-treaters. (Although, Erin, if you're reading this, I'm pretty sure my mom still buys candy, just in case, so take your kids over!) We just hit a few neighbors' houses. I have to admit that we had it pretty good. Those few (mostly older or related to us) neighbors always knew we were coming and often had goody bags ready for each of us, instead of just a mini candy bar. And, if I recall correctly, some were sent along with me and Daniel for Hannah and Sarah even after they had stopped trick-or-treating.
It also could come from the fact that the year I was going to be a ballerina it snowed. And I had to be something else... (this happened to be the one year that dad took us into town to
I even already told Brad he has to take the children trick-or-treating while I sit at home in the dark. Maybe I'll change my tune when I have a cute little pumpkin or something to cart around.
Anyway, I'm not a fan of the holiday. The past couple of years we have spent a lot of money on candy, and there are never any leftovers. We usually have to turn off the light early. Lots of kids come to our neighborhood to trick-or-treat because it's basically two long streets with several cul-de-sacs along the way. Or maybe they come because it's Mr. Kohlman's house.
This year, I decided to be the Halloween Grinch. Brad has class tonight, so it'll just be Jazzy (who goes crazy at the sound of the doorbell) and me. I didn't buy any candy (candy is not really a good thing for me to have around the house, anyway. I give in way too easily), and I'm keeping as many lights off as possible.
Sorry, kids, maybe next year.