I love, love, and love Halloween. I still get a new costume each year. Last year, I was the Queen of Hearts. This year I’m going to be Beatrix Kiddo, AKA the Bride in Kill Bill. You know that Tarantino movie with Uma Thurman. She wakes up from a four-year coma with a thirst for revenge. Quite a change in costumes for me from last year. But actually not. I won’t, however, elaborate upon that here.
Oh Halloween, how I love thee. I love haunted houses. I love the silliness. I love the candy. Well, except for candy corn. Yuck. Or as my seven year old niece says “yucky”. How anyone likes candy corn is beyond me. And, how it keeps appearing in trick or treat bags quite befuddles me. But there’s always something for everyone. Marzipan is another that is just not my thing. While we are at it, let’s add fruit cake. Those tastes most certainly are to be acquired and at this stage in my life, they will not be.
Anyway, back to candy corn. I was walking this morning and spotted my first bit of candy corn on the street. I laughed and felt the brisk October air. Autumn is here. Let the mirth begin.