It’s time. The holidays have begun. the neighbors are busy decking out their yard with skeletons, graveyards, and spooky skeletons. I have to say I’ve done my part today. First, I perused the aisles of our skanky neighborhood Salvation Army and bought two sets of pillowcases, which I later cut up and pinned into what will become my daughter’s freakin’ aDORable Laura Ingalls Wilder costume. Oh yeah, I’m that mom. This year. Then I spent WAY too much time in the Halloween express store trying to find costumes for my husband and myself because we are going to not one, but TWO Halloween parties this year. At home, I whipped out the schedule for the Fall Carnival at school because I am the room mom, in case you didn’t know. Then – who knows where I got this energy – after dinner I rocked the seasonal aisle at Wal-Mart and Boo’d two of my neighbors. I’m done. Someone feel free to bake me some cupcakes.

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Speaking of Wal-Mart, this is what I saw (or something like it) in the aisles the other day.

I wore a Halloween sweater once.

Well… sort of. Peer pressure is a funny thing. I was working in a place where, the week before Halloween, everyone was all a twitter about the chance to wear their holiday sweaters. We worked with the public so I didn’t feel like I could NOT wear one. Unwilling to shell out hard earned cash for a peice of clothing that turned my stomach, but wanting to go with the flow, I did what any rational, somewhat rebellious woman would do. I made my own. I bought a black tshirt and sewed onto it a cute little cotton ghost decoration that you might put on a table or in a bowl of candy. I was 3-D. I rocked the holiday attire. I’m not going to say my shirt was better than everybody else’s sweater, but I could. If I wanted to.

I’ve also only worn a Chirstmas sweater once. Two words: Junior League.