I can’t tell you how psyched I am about Halloween this year. Not because of the near perfect weather, the chance to check in with neighbors, the fun block parties, or the increasingly skimpy adult female costumes (whoever is responsible for this trend deserves a medal, in my opinion – Kim begs to differ).
As a former local news anchor, Halloween always happens at the start of a period called “November Sweeps.” You CAN’T take time off from work, and at my station I was at the anchor desk until about 8:00pm. I’d rush to my neighborhood (well, not “rush” – there are like a billion kids stumbling through the street like drunken sailors) and find my kids, and see them knock on two doors before they crash from the impending sugar coma. Not enough time.
Granted, this will probably be the last big cash influx of the Frozen Empire, but we are contributing, once again. There was never any doubt. In JANUARY, Lola and Penn Charles came into the kitchen and assigned the costumes. She’s Elsa, he’s Olaf, Kim’s Anna, I am the Moose, or Reindeer, or whatever. Discussion over.