Halloweentown

Scott really enjoys Halloween. No, I mean really, REALLY enjoys it. A lot. I always have, too, but I dropped it after I got old, and he got me back into the spirit of things. (Get it? "Spirit"?? Oh, c'mon ... ) So every year, we set up quite a mean display. We're one of the only houses on the block that does, so it's not a competitive thing, other than trying to outdo ourselves from the previous year. We're talking creepy, scary, things that fly, things that crawl, things that go bump in the night. I won't even tell you how much we spent this year on new decorations. I wouldn't be surprised if in a few years the house collapses under the weight of it all, since we keep adding on. So I thought I'd post a few pictures of our preparations on the blog ...

One of our friends hanging around ... (Get it? "Hanging" around?? Hahahahahaha. *ahem*)

Here's Scott hanging up some of the flying things ...

The front hallway with the mechanical hand that crawled across the floor when we opened the door to innocent children ...

Scott dancing with the headless ghoul (which, yes, moved and held its' glowing, moving skull in one hand ... )



The front yard - front GRAVEyard, that is ... (c'mon, that was just BEGGING to be said ... )



And the house, almost done, from across the street (yikes, that wisteria needs to be trimmed) ...


Unfortunately, we didn't get any good after-dark pictures to capture the full glory. Strobe light in the attic window, a string of blacklights on the ledge under the second floor windows, the orange flickering candlelights in the graveyard, the fog machine on the front porch, the eerie music and sounds playing ... you get the idea, no?

We also don't have any GOOD pictures of us in costume. Scott wore a skull mask and had a hooded black cape; I wore a gauzy grey robe thing and white/blue/black makeup with faux ice crystals on my eyebrows. And a sassy grey wig. It was NOT pretty. No kids, not pretty at all. One of our neighbors busted out laughing when he saw me (he actually is a great friend of ours, though ... his daughters weren't as amused, more like "Yeah ha ha give me the candy ..."). Some children cried. Literally. (I DID feel bad about that ... but we calmed them down by telling them we were just having fun and wearing costumes, too, and are really nice people ... really!) The parents all loved it though.

So that's that. I think I've been a bit heavy-handed in my first few posts, so I felt the need to show that I DO have a fun side. No, really. Sometimes I do.