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So, tomorrow's not Halloween. I'm not one of those adults who enjoys getting all dressed up and trying to go to extreme lengths for the holiday. No, I now have a kid to get my kicks from. You've never really experienced Halloween until you've seen it through the eyes of a child. Well, a child that wasn't you. I do remember getting dressed up for the 31st, excited over the prospect of a bag full of goodies. Since I was a terror, my mom would typically sew me appropriate costumes for my personality. They included everything from being a little devil with a pitchfork that I jammed into unsuspecting strangers' butts, to the year I was deathly ill with the flu and ended up being the most pale-faced witch you'd ever seen, to when I was 7 and wanted to be Elvira. Mom didn't cut the front of that dress low enough. *pout* Yeah, my choices in costumes were a little out there. I was a movie fan from the get-go and by the time I was Midget's age, my selections were usually characters from crappy '80's flicks. I remember falling in love with the movie "Times Square" and insisting that I dress like the lead actress. That ended up meaning I wanted to wear a trash bag. Mom was at least happy that she didn't really need to do any sewing. The Elvira thing was because my dad was a huge fan of crappy B movies and I used to love spending time curled up on the couch with him on a lazy Sunday afternoon, taking in the greatness which is Cassandra Peterson. Did you know that she's really a red head? Just a little 411. The strange picks carried on up to high school. I was no longer trick-or-treating but I was donning a costume for partying purposes. I once wore a cheerleader skirt, a t-shirt that read "Summers" on the back of it and carried around pom-poms and a wooden stake that I'd painted the pointed edge with red nail polish. Yes, I was the real Buffy. The Kristy Swanson, total kitsch-fest Buffy. (I used the costume the following year as well when I worked for the video rental store. What can I say? I got lazy.) I've been Mrs. Mia Wallace, complete with hypodermic needle protruding from my chest, Darla from Dazed & Confused (I just loved yelling "Freshmen bitc*es!" drunkenly at strangers) and even sweet little Andy from The Goonies. Midget is doing the hard work these days, her choice of costume being Daphne from Scooby-Doo. My sister is wearing the Scooby costume. A couple years back they were a team as well, with Midget being Little Red Riding Hood and my sister dressing as the wolf in grandma's clothing. I'm keeping it simple. I'm just going to ask someone to punch me in the eye and then I'll tape a piece of paper with the letter "P" written on it to my chest. Yeah, I really HAVE gotten lazy.