Happy Halloween.

You know, I was going to make this post like a happy little farty post with a cartoony picture of pumpkins or ghosts or some crap like that, and then I (finally) realized that I'm just not that gal.  Never have been, never will be.  To illustrate my point, I have a pair of Halloween socks in my drawer that I've had for going on seven years now.  Every single Halloween I either forget I have them or decide not to wear them, and then don't wear them.  They shuffle to the back of the sock drawer for another year, to be dutifully hauled out next September as I shrug back into my delusional anticipation of being that gal. 

Today, I threw away the orange socks with cutesy black spiders on them.  Happy Halloween.