Halloween Angst

So--what is the date today? Sunday, October 28th.

And when is Halloween? Wednesday, October 31st.

And what time do you need a costume? 8 a.m.

So when are you going to decide on a costume?

The problem is that the standards are so high. Not mine! Hell no. It's the Pony, mostly. She wants to be something that nobody else will be, something that is different from any Halloween costume ever in the history of the world, something that she can do as a "group" with her sister. Last year, as you may recall, she went as a deserted island. One of her friends came as a "tourist" in a bad Hawaiian shirt with tan lines (sunburn lines?) around where the sunglasses went. They won the middle school costume contest in the "group" category.

So, plenty of ideas--not any that anyone would get, mind you. At first, they wanted to be Nac Mac Feegles--the 6 inch tall red-haired, blue tattooed pictsies from Terry Pratchett books. I love the Feegles, and I can see why that would be a fun thing to be for Halloween--all the running around and yelling "Crivens!"

But who would get that?

OR! How about Death and his butler, Albert--also from Terry Pratchett books. Not just any Death, mind you--Death when he felt compelled to serve as a short order cook, perhaps, or when he had to take over the the Hogfather (the Pratchett version of Santa Claus). Does a skeleton in an apron and a spatula mean anything to you? How about to a bunch of middle schoolers?

Mr. Sweetie leapt into the breach, and forced the girlies to stay at the dinner table until they finally decided what to be. The winner?

Hannah Montana. Pony wants to wear a "Hello my name is. . ." tag, and Bunny will wear a tagboard sign cut into the shape of Montana--while wearing cowboy boots, shirt and hat. Kind of a pun, and not too hard. We'll see how it comes out!.