This time of year is dangerous for me. I have to be careful and not make any sudden movements. And by sudden movements, I mean purchases.
I’m a sucker for the holidays, especially when it comes to decorating. I’ll go marvel at all the decor and displays in stores and have to occasionally talk myself down from buying something.
I might lose some people with this, but I’m really not too big of a fan of Halloween. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a perfectly fine holiday and I enjoyed it as a kid. I’m just not big on getting scared for fun.
I never was one for scary costumes, either. My greatest hits consisted of a doctor, a ninja, a witch and one ill-fated scarecrow get-up.
Note to self: never let my mother draw on fake bushy eyebrows. I came out looking like I had two woolly worms stacked on top of one another.
I never was one for Halloween parties, either. At the one I was invited to, I was dressed in a costume that involved a missing limb.
All throughout the night, I was approached by kids that I had gone to school with for years who asked if I was really missing that limb. If I didn’t think I was invisible in school by then, that really drove it home for me.
Now that I have my own house, I take my place on the other side of the doorway. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a little strange.
I don’t even know if I will get any trick-or-treaters, but I’ll be darned if I’m not prepared for them.
Hopefully my bags of candy won’t mysteriously run out by then. Don’t you just hate it when that happens?