Aww Hell... Is it Halloween Tomorrow?!

Halloween? Your kidding right? Damn! I had totally forgotten!
It was early this morning when I finally realised - I was out shopping for some baby 'equipment' when I saw the signs hanging everywhere, "Get your Halloween outfits here" or "Halloween - Time To Be Scaaared!" And bang, it hit me. Today is the 30th, the day before Halloween! Fantastic; Super; Terrific. Kids are going to knock on my door all night expecting sweets when it's way past their bedtime... When can I join in? LOL. I love Halloween, that's why the shock that I forgot. So, being me, I completely stopped with the baby shopping and almost ran for the 'Scary Aisles.' I needed decorations - and fast. So, as I'm turning the corner to ravish my spidery needs, I smash head first with this giant Scarecrow thingy! I scream and fall to the floor whilst everyone turns round, stares at me and then bursts out laughing. I'm still on the floor trying to figure out why a bloody scarecrow is up and about, moving through Sainsbury's! He reaches down to try and calm me before slowly taking off his mask... It's my best friend Mike. ... Yeah, one was not pleased at the sight before ones eyes. He grabbed me in for a hug before asking in a spooky voice, Why so scared?! I push him off me and glare at him before the retched baby hormones take over and make me giggle uncontrollably. I mean, seriously? What was I thinking when the big, toothless, blood-covered, ragged clothed scarecrow jumps into my face? HA! What could have happened? Shit all, that's what! Ok, so after being attacked by a crazy idiot, I continued on with my Halloween decoration catch-up game! I bought a box of plastic spiders and skulls, a weird cottony web thing that I can stick to the front of the house and a pumpkin - of course, what's Halloween without a pumpkin? Anyway, I get home and I don't recognise the house. It is covered in black strips of paper that have all kinds of gruesome things on them. The front door has a sign hanging on it with a message that reads 'Ring if you dare' and an arrow pointing to the doorbell. It's all written in a dripping red paint. In the garden there are headstone's with pale hands sticking out from the ground in front of them and I don't want to get out the car to walk to the front door. Yes, I am completely spooked. After I contemplate whether i want to die a sad death or get inside the warm and have a cup of hot chocolate whilst watching a taped Nikita, i pick option two and again run into a monster... My husband. Fake fangs take hold on my neck and he grabs me and pulls me over his shoulder, and as much as i scream and protest he carries me into the living room where i see a dream come true! Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of sweetiesssssss! Yumm, sugar for my disposal, was my immediate thought before i realise. It's not for me.  It's for the kids that are going to dress up and walk around the streets at night knocking on my door and asking for free food. I have to put all those delicious chocolate's and lollipops and sweets in little bags and have them taken away from me - hidden more like, until tomorrow. And still, I won't be allowed any of it! I don't think I like Halloween that much any more.