I call these my Halloween Hooligans. And believe it or not, when I leave for work every morning, I catch a glimpse of the Goony-Eyed Pumpkin Head Man, and he scares the Beejeezus out of me. I drop my eyes every time. My aunt was visiting and she jumped one morning too!
I got all the clothes at Goodwill...that's an old straw hat from gardening, my neighbors old shoes, and the eyeballs and mask were toys. I love him when he comes to life each year. This is his 3rd year to visit the Bronns. He's our buddy now. Come trick or treat night, those little kids just FREAK out by him. They ask if they can touch him, and when they timidly reach out to touch his arm, I suddenly shout "OUCH" and they scream. LOL
I usually answer the door in a wig. This year, either I'm going to be the Cat In the Hat again or I'm putting on the Peg Bundy wig. One year I answered the door in my wedding veil.
Me loves me some Halloweenie! I don't buy candy until noon on Oct. 31 though. OMG, I ate my weight in crap one year and said NEVER again. I admit, I am powerless over the draw of a tiny candy bar, all shiny, just sitting in the bright orange pumpkin. Just waiting to travel to some kids home, to be devoured later that night, under the bedsheets with a flashlight, long after they were supposed to go to sleep. I didn't do that though, I was way too neat as a child. My sister and I were NOT allowed to eat any candy while still collecting. We went home and poured it all out on a tablecloth spread on the floor, and then we began the BARTERING and TRADING, something on the order of The New York Stock Exchange. I hated dark chocolate and she knew it. She used it as a negotiation tactic. She wouldn't do a 1-for-1 exchange when she knew I was getting something clearly better than I was giving away, namely anything with coconut or milk chocolate. I'm surprised we didn't whip out the rulers and scales. Many a bag of Skittles were ripped into, with the contents divided equally, after we quit arguing over who got stuck with the green ones and who got the pink ones. We were greedy little bitches. But it was only once a year, and probably one of my favorite memories of childhood. Love you Seester!
xoxo,
ColeyB
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