On a scarier note, I went to school today like this:
It's from a pattern that I purchased here and MY NINTH GRADERS DIDN'T KNOW WHO I WAS. OK, in all fairness, SOME of them did, but still. One girl asked if I was someone from the Lord of the Rings. Another kid realized who I was but then said "wait, didn't she have blonde hair?"
For the love of childhood, people: expose your kids to Star Wars BEFORE they hit high school. Actually, before they hit middle school. Once they are old enough to have seen all of the amazing technology in video games and movies, Star Wars is going to look mighty pointless to them. I realize that we are facing such generational concerns as what will happen to social security? and what will 'business casual' look like when today's youth grow up and want to wear their suit pants below their butts? - - but honestly, folks. Have we considered what the world will look like if we have a generation of kids who don't know who the freak Princess Leia is??!! And as if big, giant side buns weren't enough of a clue, I was wearing this around my neck:
(yes, that's my vintage necklace with movable arms....my Chewbacca version has movable arms and legs...I'm just sayin'). Oy. Well, thank goodness for my seniors, because THEY got it. I guess I should also say that most of my kids really appreciated the fact that I'd made my costume, so I suppose all hope is not lost for this generation.
So I'm trying to get over the trauma of the day by getting psyched about trick-or-treaters. I'm just not feelin' it though. I think part of the problem is that I let Andrew get the candy and so we're giving out....Airheads....yeah, so this year I'm one of Those Houses that gives out lame-o candy. Not that I'm knockin' Airheads, but we all know that Peanut Butter Cups are where it's at on Halloween.