Lady Gaga Halloween costume? I better get busy
Should I panic?
My niece Heather has known at least since summer that her three little girls were going to be the Power Puff girls.
We were discussing the other day which holiday was our favorite – Christmas or Halloween. Of course, I’m always going to lean toward Christmas, but there’s something mysterious, though dark, that ignites giggly fun within me.
I only dressed up once when I was a child. My aunt Lois took my sister and me trick-or-treating in Wayne, OK, one night. I’d never been trick-or-treating, and I didn’t have a costume, so we created a hobo outfit from my dad’s clothes. All it was was an oversized shirt with rolled-up sleeves.
Even then, I was cautious about accepting candy or homemade goodies from strangers. But my dad had no problem eating the popcorn balls we brought home. I’m sure he knew everyone in our small town, so he didn’t hesitate to sample some homemade sweets.
Now, though, I sift through every piece of candy that is brought into our house. If a wrapper looks even a little bit askew, I trash it.
Three kids and numerous Halloweens later, we have dressed our little goblins as a scarecrow, ”sweet pea,” Super girl, dalmatian puppy, leopard, witch, gypsy, Jessie the yodeling cowgirl, spiderman, zombie cheerleader, Cinderella and more.
I’m not sure what my 5-year-old son will be this year. Probably a superhero or baseball player.
But both my daughters have mentioned Lady Gaga.I told my youngest daughter, “Just don’t wear meat.”