Mrs. Conception

I love any holiday, and Halloween is an especially fun one. Dressing up, candy, ghosts?! Yes, please! Yet, for some reason, most of my Halloweens past are fuzzy. I remember being scared out of my mind at age 4 when my neighbors had a haunted house, vowing never to go back. I vaguely remember The Perfect Storm Halloween in 1991 when my friends and I drank liters of Jolt soda before going out, and the rain didn’t spoil everything because we got full sized candy bars at three different houses. I remember trick or treating with National Honor Society for canned goods my senior year in high school, and people not believing us and just giving us candy. One year I dressed up as Punky Brewster, another Cleopatra. There is a famous family photo where I am dressed up as the Velveteen Rabbit. In college, I dressed up as a rollerskater and climbed a ladder on skates. That’s all I got. I’m definitely missing some.

In my quest for a somewhat memorable Halloween, and to get the Family Traditions rolling, Mr. Andrews and I took a trip to the pumpkin patch at Terhune Orchards in Princeton, New Jersey and picked our own pumpkins.

They also had apple and raspberry picking, and some tasty sounding Apple Cider donuts in their farm store, but we stuck with just the pumpkins.

I also wore my costume, Black Cat with Bow Tie (which was my costume for The Office Convention minus the red Pam wig). That may be embarassing, as I am an adult, but I don’t really care. This is me being F!U!N!

Tonight, we are making the pumpkins into Jack-O-Lanterns, and we’re making the Gloom Dolls from The Book of New Family Traditions by Meg Cox. I am toasting the pumkin seeds, and serving a Halloween cocktail of Orange Vodka and Sambuca called Witch’s Kiss. We are watching the Hitchcock classics The Birds and Psycho. Even the dogs are dressing up. Johnny Drama is a St. Bernard.

Sonny wore a tie dyed shirt just like my husband, but he wouldn’t let me take his picture.

I think our first married Halloween will end up being a happy one. Hope yours is memorable, too!