Winky Wesson likes to flirt.
You’ll be happy to know that my husband managed to keep that giant bag of Hershey mini-bars intact. I still don’t know where he hid them,* but he’s been appointed Official Guardian of the kids’ Christmas presents.
At this posting, I should be driving slowly home in the hopes that he’ll beat me home and win neighborhood escort duty for two costumed kids who’re already well sugar-rushed from their school parties.
This year, Janie is a dark-haired Gothic Queen,** with a black and red velvet scarf—chopped off from the bottom of her dress, which was a foot too long— thrown around her neck. and Sunny is a Batgirl with curly blond hair, a mask she’d wear to bed if we let her, and bright, bat-signal-yellow tights.***
I actually did dress up this year, adding a pair of red plastic devil horns to my usual toner-colored ensemble,^ which prompted this conversation at work:
“Hey, Sarah, you glue those things on?”
“Nah, I thought I’d grow ‘em out for the holidays.”
“Ha ha ha! Um. . . Really?”
Maaaaaaybe.
Have a thrilling Halloween!^^
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* Not that I was looking, you understand . . .
** Because she hates the Batwing collar and plastic dentures parts of her Vampire Queen costume. If she’d waited for me to take her to the cheaper Halloween store, she could have gone as the Spider Empress, with rings and webby faux earrings and a silver spider yo-yo. . . but no. I do have to admit that she looks disturbingly good in blood red.
***We Love Colors is an amazing source for tights in tough-to-find colors in just about every size—no joke. They’re pricey, but even my kids outgrow the lycra ones before they wear ‘em out. I’ve been known to wear a pair, and tights and I have had a non-aggression pact since the mid-eighties.
^ That’s as good as it gets, folks— no one’s paying me in free candy.
^^No, this isn’t our house. We like our neighbors.
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