Bluh. Halloween is so overrated. Mom recycled my costume from last year. When I saw Mom walking towards me earlier tonight with that maniacal grin on her face, costume in hand, I turned tail and ran. Oh man, I booked it. But Mom was too fast. And now I'm an Oscar Meyer weiner for Halloween...again.
I hate this costume. It's all scratchy, and rides up like crazy. It really gets my mojo down. When kids came to the door tonight, I had no desire to jump up and greet them like I usually do. It was depressing.
I hope you had a better Halloween than I did. Eat some chocolate for me.