Hunting
It is rare that I come up with a Halloween costume with more than a few days to spare. Like everything else in my life, I wait until the last minute… mostly because I can’t decide… or don’t commit. Sigh. Randie must share my pain!
It is rare that I come up with a Halloween costume with more than a few days to spare. Like everything else in my life, I wait until the last minute… mostly because I can’t decide… or don’t commit. Sigh. Randie must share my pain!
Once, I dressed up as a pirate to hand out candy at Halloween. Those kids never knew what hit ’em. Even after their mothers told them to say, “Trick or Treat”, they just stared up at me. I gave each one an extra piece of candy and told ’em to “Walk the Plank!”
This time I might tone it down a little, because I always wanted to be…
A LumberJack! Leaping from tree to tree…
When I lived in Eureka, Ca… in Northern California… lumberjacks were a plenty… Humboldt State U., where Dad went… they’re the “fighting Lumberjacks”… Make sure you grab that red plaid shirt and tuck it into your jeans… with the skull cap and boots… oh and the axe.
You will not believe this, but I have been writing a story, set in the Humboldt area. It concerns an academy set up to educate and protect the adult children of foreign diplomats and rulers. The academy has been there since WWII, but may become a future target for terrorists. This is all fiction, but you wonder if the state university campuses are really safe.
As far as the costume goes… All I need is the red plaid shirt.
Thank God for those “Cheap-Ass Halloween Costume” T-shirts!
I would just dress normally and be “The Creepy Weird-Looking Guy You Shouldn’t Make Any Sudden Moves Around”…..
A groaner but a goodie :)! I took have made the second-hand store rounds(there’s a lot around here) for costumes, though for other occasions, never for Halloween oddly enough.
My costume this year is a pink bow and a sign pinned to my shirt that reads “To: Humans From: God” :D.
I’ve always thought of dressing up in a three piece suit and tie and going to a Halloween party as an IRS auditor. What could be more frightening than that?
If it wasn’t for the last minute nothing would ever get done.