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I can't remember many costumes I wore as a child. I asked my father on the phone this morning if he could recall any of my halloween costumes and this is what he said to me:

"No, you just dressed like you usually did and when the people answered the door they'd scream in horror. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

This from the man who used to give me the following advice when I was going out at night:

"Just make sure that when someone grabs you, they do it in the light so they can see your face. Once they see it, they'll let you go"

Self-esteem builders for sure. He was joking of course. At least I think he was.

I do remember one costume I wore as a child. I used to have hair down to my rear. One Halloween I flipped my head over, brushed the hair down then put a pair of my grandpa's glasses over the hair on the front of my face. I was Cousin It from The Adams Family.

I recall using paper grocery sacks for trick or treating and most Halloweens it seemed to rain. You can guess what happened. My girls have bright orange plastic pumpkins to do their candy-begging. The bottoms never fall out and they'll never stand sobbing in the rain with all their candy on the sidewalk.

Ally is going to be a witch, and Ashley a cheerleader. I'll have pictures to post later. And what will I be? The most frightening costume evah. A Suburban Housewife.

Go me!


  1. Pammy - let's see your scary suburban housewife photo babe. Come on, you owe me one.

  2. Alas tommy my dear, no one took a picture of me. I seem to be the one with the camera most of the time.

    However, since it's usually what I wear every day, I can snap a picture at any time for you.

  3. I took my kids out trick or treating last night. Just around our street. 2 girls, the elder dressed as a really scary witch, the younger as the witches cat. CUTE!!!! Loads of sweeties (candy, I'm from England) in their little buckets and happy little faces returned home.
    I love this time of year!


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