I can remember the last time I went trick or treating. I was six. At seven, I had the chicken pox, wasn't allowed to go out, and I never went out again. I don't like chocolate so the candy was never appealing. I don't like being cold so freezing in the dark never appealed to me. And masks freak me out.
Halloween? No Thank You.
However, now that I have a child, I have to go trick or treating. I still don't like it. But I like my kid.
In the meantime, while I countdown the minutes to the dreaded sunset, I have full day planned.
- Dust and vaccuum
- Loads of laundry
- Clear out all the election flyers that have been cluttering up my house and clogging my mailbox (does anyone else DESPISE the damn things?)
- Write six letters of recommendations
I'll bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween. ~Author Unknown