I think it all started the year my parents dressed me up as Supergirl.  I didn’t even know who that was.  Superman would have been cool, but instead I got a stupid red skirt.

After that, I never liked dressing up for Halloween.  I sacrificed my comfort to get candy throughout my elementary years, but I only ever wore the bare minimum.  In high school, I skipped any costume parties and in college, I took the lazy way out.  One year, I went as the color green and wore anything I had that was green.  I just wanted a red solo cup filled with beer and you had to have a costume.

Now that I’m a real adult, I have finally figured out a game plan for costumes that makes me happy and allows me to attend my friends’ halloween festivities.  I find the most ridiculous character onesie I can and wear it all night.  Extra points if I get my friends to play along with that theme.

This year I am off the hook since I’m not in Minneapolis and I can spend my Halloween in my kermit onesie with my own bag of candy.  Man, that makes me sound like such a party pooper – this is just one holiday that I don’t really get into.  Sorry.

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