The Halloween Post

Jemma was the first one up in the morning, ready for her transformation into Supergirl. Jordan didn't have school, but he sacrificed a good sleep-in to come see Jemma walk in the parade and visit his old school.

Jordan, last week, decided he was going to be the Joker. And then he wasn't, and then he was, and then he wasn't and then Greg offered to paint his face so he became...

The Joker.

Supergirl, who had been using (or maybe just posing with) her superpowers all day, suddenly lost her bravery when the villain materialised. She kept her distance and didn't want to look at him. We had to keep reminding her that superheroes were best at saving people like us from the likes of him. She finally regained her courage and took him on.

Jordan went trick-or-treating with a girl!


Oh, wait, that's a boy.

It always seems like, remembering Halloweens past, you tend to see a lot of adults out and about in costume. And sometimes it's questionable as to whether or not it's a costume. You know, like...

maybe that is a real nun. with a baby.

maybe that's his real mullet.

I usually don't dress up or make any attempt to dress up on Halloween, but I was going to stop in at work for a costume party and had mentioned to Jemma that I didn't have a costume, so she adorned me with some pieces from her princess witch costume and I went out like this:

...and had to stop at Albertson's where NO ONE else in the whole store, not even little kids, were dressed up. I was very self-conscious. Then I got to work and had to walk past rows of cubicles of normal looking people, just doing their work on a regular Friday. On the way out my hat blew off in the wind and as I was running across the parking lot to get it some guy stopped me to ask what I was supposed to be! It wasn't apparent?? I was wearing a cape and chasing a witch hat!

Chris surprised me with flowers!

When we started dating, and at the time when I wasn't sure if we were dating or just hanging out once in a while, I was living in a house with seven roommates. Someone in that household was always getting flowers. So on Halloween when another flower delivery showed up I thought nothing of it. Then I caught sight of the card that had my name on it and was signed "love, Chris." That was it. The first boy to give me flowers. Confirmation that he liked me. A tradition begun. There may have been a missed year here and there over the past fourteen, but the best is when I forget (like this year) and it's a happy surprise.

So Happy Halloween!