Gasp.... I can't muster the energy/interest to buy a costume. Last year began my short-lived attempt at caring when I was Pocahontas. Sorry, but this year its back to standard.
Of course I'll have the candy on-hand for the ghosties and ghoulies that stop by the apartment. But, this year I will be blissfully relaxed on the sofa, watching scary movies with Jeremy. Snacks and drinks included too. Maybe I can make dressing up an every-other-year event....
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