trixie-treatsy.

Friends, it is the day before one of my favorite days of the year. Tomorrow is the day whole BAGS of candy will go on sale for half-price, simply because they have Frankensteins and Pumpkins on the wrappers. WIN. Tonight, however, is Halloween and it's a fun night, too.

Fun for leaves!

Fun for jack-o-lanterns!

Fun for treats!

Sadly, Biscuit and I will not be lobbing candy at trick-or-treaters tonight. This neighborhood gets packed with trixie-treatsy types, so she'll already be barking and squealing like crazy. Too many people coming to the door would make her frantic.

I do think Biscuit would look adorable in a costume though. Like in a little superman cape or something!! But every time I suggest this to her, I get this look:

So I guess it's not happening.

How is that even comfortable?

I told her we could also dress up as a duo one year. Dorothy and Toto seems a bit obvious, but maybe we could be, like, Sherlock and Watson. Or Lucy and Aslan. Or Khaleesi and her dragon?!

She's still not into it. So.

One year, my friend Tony and I dressed as Harry and Hermione. It was a last minute costume. This was obvious, apparently, since the first person we saw asked if we were supposed to be Olive Garden waiters.

In fact, we were supposed to go as Sonny and Cher. I was going to be Sonny, but the Sonny Bono wig I received in the mail was a disaster. It was shoulder-length and fluffy. And then my brother, who cannot follow essential costume instructions, purchased a salt-and-pepper-colored mustache instead of a black one for me to stick upon my face. So I looked like a very short, very creepy, old hippy. Which was funny, admittedly. But Sonny and Cher just wasn't happening. Thus, I found myself using eyeliner to draw a lightning-bolt scar on Tony's forehead about five minutes before we partied. That's the last time I dressed up for Halloween.

But I am wearing a sweater today that counts a little bit, I think. It reminds me of Winnifred's book in Hocus Pocus:

Halloween night will be chill for me. My mind is all wound up in something new, and so I'm trying not to even talk to many people. For their sakes. When I'm in the early drafty phase of a project, I make no sense to anybody. I don't even make sense to myself. I just get all mumbly-crazy-wacky. And then my brain is so full of plots and words and characters that I just get ... quiet. Sometimes frustrated. Sometimes excited.

It's so fun diving into a new story though. And gosh I love writing in the fall.

There's something about the whistling wind
and the fluttery leaves
and the way dark clouds creep and curl across the silver skies
... it's bewitching.

And if I happened to be writing something a bit ... ghostly ...
- I'm not saying that I am, of course, but if I were - ...

... this would be a lovely day to do it. ;)

Question: What's your favorite costume that you've ever donned for Halloween shenanigans? Or the costume you wish you'd worn? Are you partying tonight, or chilling out with your dog and a bag of candy and watching The Great Pumpkin?

Also: If you're in the mood for a spooky-lovely read, this book is so wonderful that I tried to walk and read at the same time, which nearly resulted in a sprained ankle, which would have SO been worth it.

Happy Halloween, you beautiful monsters!