I know that some of you have seen these already, but today I’m reflecting on where I’ve been and what I’ve become.
Once I was full of good ideas and creativity. One electrified look from FringeMan would make my hair stand on end and turn green.
To clarify, I wouldn’t turn green, just my hair.
But now I’m left with only frizz and gray.
There are no electrified looks from FringeMan, because he can’t see me through those long locks, dreadlocks.
At one time I could convince my child that she was a cat.
I nearly talked FringeBoy into coming back from the dark side.
something happened to me.
My hair grew in.
I became a hardened, almost plastic woman.
I fear for my sweet babies.
I’ve seen the same plastic look on my darling little angel.
This year I’m left with nothing.
I cannot even think up a costume that my dog will wear.
I think I lost all my zeal when I promised not to steal candy from children’s goody bags.
Chocolate is why I dressed up.
Chocolate is why I went door to door in a plastic mask that cut my oxygen supply so much that I became terribly dizzy.
I’d be willing to pass out in the middle of the street for a Reece’s Peanut Butter Cup.
I’d be willing to humiliate myself in costumes that no self-respecting woman would wear for a 3 Musketeer.
This year there is no costume.
There is nothing but a vow NOT to eat chocolate.
Excuse me while I go mourn my candy.
Enjoy the weekend and eat a Snickers for me, will ya?