what happened to the day that i couldn't wait to show off my hilarious costume
and show up at some party and dance in the dark with other creepy people?
i don't know.
but halloween just makes me wish i had kids.
because, for some odd reason, we are in a
"lack of halloweenie mood" funk,
i am giving my husband a gift this year.
at the cabin.
(wish me luck)
[the only day a year that this will ever happen]
i used to care about this random, in-between holiday
that takes over the stores like it owns the place,
even if it was a hint of care.
costume's of fun meg past:
(i'm sure a series of princesses and fairies...)
have to be something at work.
and even worse,
no motivation to be in the "dress up" spirit!
what is wrong with me?!
ps. if you have ideas,
or pictures/proof that fun meg once existed,
i want em.
*[word of the wise:
if you live in DC during election time,
do NOT be sarah palin and look and sound just like her.
you will get nearly shot in georgetown.]