I think I'm finally ready to admit it: fall is coming. It' pretty much here.
Whew, that was hard to type.
I'm a summer person. I love cookouts. I hate wearing anything on my feet. I can't stand being any colder than 76 degrees. That's not a typo; seventy-six degrees Farenheit. So it's hard for me to say goodbye to summer, and consequently, to say hello to Fall.
I'm trying to balance some pros with the cons. The flowers may be gone, but the leaves are pretty.
It will get a little colder, but at least now I can wear my hair down, and stop shaving my legs as often.
There will be stupid football (more on that tomorrow), but there's also... Halloween!
Halloween, the most wonderful time of the year, is upon us! My son is breaking my heart this year by choosing to be something completely unoriginal, but at least that frees me up to put more effort into my costume, and my husband's.
Our good friends have the party of the year every Halloween. The whole house is decked out in more stuff than you ever thought possible, including two or three 10-foot-tall monsters that they built themselves. They hold an annual costume contest, and the Roses BRING. IT. This is the tenth annual party, so we're stepping up our game with some pretty crazy shit.
I can't tell you what we're going to be, but I'll tell you this: it is a couple costume, it will be scary as hell, and it will be epic. And no, we're not being zombies again. Gah, I can't wait to show you! I shopped all afternoon yesterday with my very patient four-year-old (yes, he got a popsicle when we came home), and I'll begin fabrication today. I am way behind! I usually start in July or August!
I'm decorating my yard next week. Yeah, that's right, next week. Do you know about my yard? It's basically the set from "Thriller." We bought yet another zombie this past spring, so I think that brings our total up to... nine? Something like nine.
Anyway. Back to the yard. If you're a longtime reader, you know that we had big plans last year to have a haunted graveyard out back for brave kids to walk through. Then Hurricane Sandy happened. We're in Massachusetts, so it wasn't catastrophic, but it did wreck our plans. All the decorations had to be dismantled and brought inside a few days before Halloween, then hastily set up in the front yard and driveway an hour before trick-or-treating time, because the backyard was now a marsh. Booo.
This year, I am praying to Wes Craven and George A. Romero that our yard stays dry and relatively wind-free. Lights. Foggers. Things that move. Things that groan. There's even one zombie at the end [SPOILER ALERT] that will jump out at you! I'm considering a soundtrack, too.
So now you see how bonkers I am for Halloween. Which falls in fall. I hate to say goodbye to my beloved summer, but without fall, there would be no Halloween. And I can't abide by that. So, I'm off to assemble a haunted yard.
And then we're totally having one more cookout. Deal with that, fall.