It occurred to me just yesterday that I haven’t put up a single Halloween decoration in our house. Not a one. No cobwebs, no spiders, no glowing eyes, no nothing. And I felt very sad and ashamed of how loser-ish this made me. I LURVE HALLOWEEN, but this year, I just didn’t have the energy.
So Bryan bought a hanging, shaking, monstrous grim reaper to hang in our front yard. It’s totally awesome. Throw in our hellhounds that greet you when you ring the doorbell, and it’s one scary residence.
I also did not dress up at work this year, which is the first year in many, many years. I typically wear Daddy’s old hippie garb, but of course, I’m carrying a small gourd in my belly that makes everything NOT FIT. Had I been ultimately creative, I would’ve gone to work as Rosemary or even Britney Spears (complete with other baby velcroed to my hip), but I was not that creative.
We didn’t even carve a pumpkin this year, so I just am sucking at this holiday stuff. I can’t imagine what a catastrophe Christmas will be at this rate.
BUT, having said all of that, The Boy is set to be a vampire for the evening, and Sarah will be sitting her pregnant, huge ass at home. I don’t know what Bryan is dressing up as.
But I do LURVE this picture he made.