Creeped Out

Haaaalloween...Haaaalloween, lots of ghosts on Halloween. Vampires, bats, skeletons too, clowns and witches all say BOO!

Why do clowns say boo? That's what Willie wants to know. My mom used to sing this creepy little tune to us every year when the leaves would begin to fall. I began singing it last night, and creeped myself out with my spooky voice in minor key.

So this year we're looking forward to a Spanish Murder Mystery Dinner with the fam. I am Maria the Flamenco dancer, Willie is Jose the Spanish waiter. He's growing a mustache and has been practicing his Antonio Banderas accent all week. I get to make some Spanish Tortilla, put on a frilly dress, whip out my castanets and dance all sultry like (or something). We know, we're nerds.

I am most excited to see Shelby in her little peas in a pod costume. She'll even come close to beating the year that I decided to paint myself blue and become Smurfette. I won TWO costume awards that year. Here's a peek:



Why the ginormous boots? At the time I had a broken ankle, and underneath the white plastic is big black walking cast. I got the idea to be smurfette when I went to the temple with the cast and they had to put this giant white covering over it. It totally reminded me of the smurf moon boots, and the idea was born. What a weird holiday, that a grown woman (yes, I do consider myself grown)would paint herself blue! We'd love to hear your what you'll be for Halloween this year.