Outnumbered Two to One

I don’t usually dress up for Halloween.

It’s not that I think I’m too grown up for that kind of zany holiday action, it’s more that I’m way self conscious. I always feel silly and uninspired, so I opt out. No thanks, leave the dress up to the kids, I’ll hang back on the trick or treat trail and let them have all the glory.

This year, since Halloween was on a Friday and my sister and her kids were coming over for some ghastly party fun, I brought up the idea of dressing up to her. She was game and I figured since it would be the two of us in costume it would be less of a stretch and I wouldn’t feel like such a coward.

Last week I settled on the idea of Mother Nature. I bought some fake vines, birds nests, fake birds and butterflies. I was gonna go nuts with a hot glue gun, I was gonna wow my friends and neighbors. All both of them…

It wasn’t in the cards though. I ran out of time too quickly, between the pumpkin carving and making my son’s skeleton costume and running to the store and prepping the house, procrastination had pretty much doomed it to ruin. So by the time we were all ready to go trick-or-treating, my spectacular costume idea was still festering inside the bag it came home in.

While my sister was putting her scary mime face on, I was throwing on a bathrobe, wrapping my head in a towel, and putting on my fuzzy slippers. Her white face paint provided a decent mast, although overall my costume was a complete cop out.  I mean, I am a housewife, although I haven’t worn that particular robe since delivering my youngest two years ago. Still, I guess it was better than nothing, right?

My sister was creeping the heck out of me, though.

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