I love the Great Pumpkin. I love fall. I love hot apple cider and kettle corn and candy apples and costumes and trick-or-treating and Halloween.
My best halloween costume ever -- I was a pregnant nun... in Catholic high school (though I told the faculty I was just a fat nun... looking back, I'll bet they didn't buy it.) My worst halloween costume ever -- Playboy bunny... a chunky junior high girl in a black body suit and pink tights, with ears and a cotton tail. Mortifying.
This year, I made Clownfish into Percy from Thomas the Tank Engine. I made it out of a cardboard box. Another mom at Clownfish's playschool made Thomas for her son. And hers was much better -- the face was appropriately grey, and she even put on a smoke stack with cotton. Bitch.
So, the lights are off, and the doors are closed, and I have hung out no other "hey, trick-or-treat here" kids indications. Why? I didn't buy candy. Not "I forgot." I just didn't. Maybe its because I have never found a pumpkin patch that is "real sincere"... maybe its because Bullshark and I usually decorate and that gets me into the holiday spirit... maybe its because I have a memo due Thursday that I haven't started... whatever the reason, today just feels like any other Tuesday.