(you're taking too long again)
There are some good things. There's a list of them which you can download off the internet. It contains about 4 items and 3 are about how it will make YOU stronger. In the end. If you survive.
In my opinion, there is one very good thing...and it has to do with this day. Halloween is finally (collective sigh of relief...) getting a bit old.
Finally!! No more costume drama! Right? Is it just me? I just find that teenagers are...hesitant (?) to dress up to go trick-or-treating. This is my very own conclusion, drawn from an experience last year.
It was 9pm. All the cute little Elsas and Annas were in bed. The doorbell rang and there stood 5 or 6 teenagers dressed in their regular clothes, shoving shopping bags at me. They didn't smile. The general overall feeling was - your candy or your life. I just dumped all the remaining candy into their bags, no questions asked. After I shut the door, I stood there, slightly confused. Was that trick-or-treating? Or had I just been robbed? Not sure I could identify any of them in a police line-up even NOT dressed up, but I did kind of wonder - couldn't they have at least thrown on some fake mustaches? Called themselves Super Mario brothers or something?
I used to love Halloween, which is weird because I grew up in a household where it was frowned upon due to Halloween being from the devil and all. One year it was completely axed, only to return the following year. Maybe it was the 4 young children crying on the couch - no pillowcases full of candy - and thinking God was a pretty big meanie up there (he probably had loads of candy).
Somewhere at my parent's house, there are pictures of my sister and I going out for Halloween with pretty little princess dresses, the requisite "Canadian" coat covering the whole ensemble, topped off with a princess mask. A princess mask. Now I ask you. How unfortunate looking is the poor little girl who must wear the princess MASK. I've asked my mother. She (suspiciously) evades the question.
It's not clear exactly what my brothers are in the picture. Their "costumes" consisted of my Dad's clothes, hats and ties and then heavily accessorized with random objects they found around the house.
I still hang on to a bit of the way I was raised...I have trouble getting into the whole "dark side" aspect. It never used to be quite this level of zombie-apocalypse, did it? I'm pretty sure I used to be able to shop for Halloween stuff without a box of severed fingers falling on me. Or walk around the costume aisle at the party supply store without life-sized skeletons jumping out at me? Or not accidentally knocking over a giant bin of the most realistic bats ever seen in daylight? (I swear some of them started flying...) People wonder why I don't sleep? Oh, just out Halloween shopping, that's all.
I loved Halloween with my girls, though, because I made costumes. Yes, you read it correctly. I know I've alluded to my craft skills being non-existent. They lay dormant for most of the year, so it's almost like they don't exist...but at Halloween? They come alive. (say that like Herman Munster might say it. Twirl your fingers out in front of you. You get the idea).
I could do Halloween costumes like nobody's business. Once I discovered that, although glue a glue-gun will hold various things and even fabric together for only a couple of hours, a couple of hours is all you need for Halloween!! (with a brief pit-stop in between school and trick-or-treating for some strategic re-gluing). Who cares if the whole thing falls apart when they are done trick-or-treating. Besides, I mentioned being in Canada where a coat over a costume is pretty much a given.
So, on a scale of one to Martha? At Halloween, we are probably neck and neck. Probably. "Van Gogh's Starry Night" carved into a pumpkin, Martha? I'll see your pumpkin and raise you 32 witch's hats made with Hershey's kisses and cookies, served on a bed of gummy tarantulas. Boom.
What? The Starry Night still wins? Oh fine. No one can win against Martha. But I bet she didn't find out at 8pm that her services were required for the next day...an impromtu (and likely ironic) Halloween "party" for 10th graders. Oh, I know. She could probably rally. Look, if you're so in love with Martha, she probably has a blog too.
Here is my handiwork and note that I also melted chocolate to MATCH the Hershey's kiss on top because me and Martha, we're all about matching. It's kind of a small picture (let's pretend that's an oversight).
In fact, the more I think about it, I should really go test-taste them to make sure they are still making Kit-Kats with the same recipe and that they haven't been tampered with (for safety reasons). And eat up all ones with any trace of peanut in them (for safety reasons) (peanut is the agent of death) (I'm okay with it).
Have a (safe) Happy Halloween!