Blown away
I love it that Halloween has spread itself out to encompass most of the month. It was always sad to me that you spent so much time on a costume as a kid or for your kid for a one-time use. And in Indiana, so often, the costume was covered up by a winter coat and you had to dodge ice and snow on the way to snag a tiny chocolate bar. I have long complained about having to visit the miserly George Croft, who my parents made us visit because he and my dad were friendly political enemies. In lieu of candy, he would cackle as he gave us Republican candidate literature, buttons and fans and tell us to give them to Dad. Sometimes he'd throw in a penny for a trouble. A penny! Seriously. Man, I hated that guy. Fast-forward to Halloween parties well in advance of the 31st, mall events and parties everywhere. I got to go to the Indianapolis ZooBoo with Annie, Elayna and Nathan last week and it was super fun. The only inch of the place I didn't go was the snake house - ick - but they covere...