I didn’t dress up for Halloween this year, but I did facilitate a costume contest at work by setting up an intranet page where people could vote online, which is more up my alley these days than dressing up anyway. (Halloween was more exciting in my 20s.) My lack of celebration today consisted of not wearing black and orange, not switching on the battery-operated fake candles in my pirate-themed craft pumpkins I carved in 2009, not handing out any candy since no one goes trick-or-treating at any of the places I have ever lived since moving to Virginia Beach, and increasing my pumpkin production to 51.6 per second in Cookie Clickers.
I also managed to squeeze in getting my first ever flu shot (you know I hate shots), and I found out my parents are ditching me for Christmas to go to my brother’s ship’s homecoming in Florida. Then I went horseback riding in my work clothes because I was too lazy to change.
I stopped by Target on my way home to pick up some feline supplies because J is taking care of the kitties while I go to a wedding in Pennsylvania this weekend. Do you know how many people go to Target on Halloween? About six. Do you know what goes on at Target on Halloween? They put out holiday items. That seems premature to me, but whatever. I guess that’s why I don’t run a Target for a living.
“Christmas Wrapping” is already stuck in my head, so bring on the rest of the holidays. I’m ready.
P.S. I should be packing for my trip to PA, but since I’m determined to celebrate Halloween in some way, I am watching Vampire Diaries on my DVR. I probably shouldn’t admit that on the internet. Oops.