As I mentioned earlier, I am the scrooge of Halloween. I don’t like it, and it doesn’t like me. I always feel like a bad parent because I find the day annoying and can’t EVER get into the spirit.
However, in 2001 I went to a Halloween party and was reminded of this today. We had just finished supper and I had been sitting between Tony and Dominyk.
I didn’t change my shirt and was able to go to the Halloween party dressed up as a napkin.