BOO!

Weird. Did you know Halloween is at the end of this month?  Huh.  I hadn’t noticed.  Nope.  Not me.  My kid hasn’t either.  Oh and if you believe this, there’s a snowblower in Maui I want to sell you.

Halloween.  HALLOWEEN!  I’m not sure which came first, my insanity for this holiday that rubbed off on Ben or that perhaps it’s just in his DNA.  I gave him his eye brows, the ability to fall asleep in 2.5 seconds and the LOVE for October 31st. 

It all began in 2000.  When I dressed up this little lion and took him out Trick-or-Treating.  Granted we only went to two houses, one being his Grandparent’s but that was just the beginning.

I don’t know what it is about Halloween.  Some people look at me cross eyed when I tell them it is my favorite Holiday.  Yes. More so than Christmas.  And that’s not just because I’m Jewish… but I guess it should be.  Anyway…

Maybe it’s the time of the year.  I do love Fall.  Or maybe it’s that Halloween doesn’t have the same crazy high expectations as holidays like Christmas, New Years and Valentine’s Day.  It’s all about getting dressed up, hanging out with friends, laughing at each other’s very creative costumes, and of course asking strangers for candy! I also have a bizarre love for Mr. Jack O’ Lantern. 

Or maybe it’s because it’s the one day of the year that you can let yourself go and be whatever you want to be.  You can wear a nose ring, a wig of long black hair or some crazy fake eye lashes and not only is it perfectly justified, you look damn good.

Whatever the reason, it has been my favorite holiday for a long time. 

Although sadly, this year it didn’t turn me on with as much ferver as years past.  It might have been this upcoming election and the sheer importance of it.  Or maybe it was because I have been dealing with some other personal stuff that doesn’t need to be shared here. 

BUT, whatever non-Halloween funk I was in, I’m happy to announce that thanks to my little buddy and his one track Halloween mind, I’m back on the Halloween Fever Train!  HOOT HOOT! 

And then immediately on November 1st it’s back to the election and making sure we Democrats don’t screw this up again.   Because if we do, so help me God, I’m changing my name to Inga and Ben’s name to Emil and we are deporting to Uppsala, Sweden as fast as Iceland Air can take us.