Halloween was made for people like me. Those that believe sugar is the base of the food pyramid. This is Game Day. And there is no messin' around. I've got my leggings on with an extra stretchy elastic waist band. This day is all business. It's a free pass to eat all the sugar everywhere. How can that possibly be a bad thing?
I had dreams sprinkled with fairy dust that the Baby Child and I would carve the pumpkin. She currently loathes the sight of me. But I persevered with my dream anyway. I think it's painful for her to share the same breathing air with anyone she's related to. So why wouldn't she want to carve a pumpkin with her mother? For the love, I'm an idiot. I carved the pumpkin by myself. Literally, all alone. In between loads of laundry.
If you still have kids that like being with you, carve a pumpkin today and love every minute of the mess. And if you have teenagers who are off with their friends and leave you alone on this holiday, I'm in your corner. Gobble up the cuteness of the kids who stop at your door tonight.
But listen. Today is a celebration. Of what? Of sugar. That's what. Sugar is the pixie dust of the universe. It's beautiful and golden. Enjoy it today. Every last, little piece in the bucket. Put on your stretch pants and eat like you mean it. You have my permission.
Happy Halloween, friends.