This year, Halloween looks a little bit different. For one thing, there's no big bowl of candy (sorry, kiddies), just a few token treats for the husband and me. They're Reese's cups in the shape of, yes, bats. Which is as fitting as it gets, I guess, when it comes to pandemic eats.
Another thing that's different is that the husband and I are showing off our costumes on House Party instead of at my parents' Halloween party. This morning, I scarfed down an extra large dry (thanks to that no-show Walmart grocery delivery order) bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch to empty box number 2. (It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.) It was the husband who had the idea to turn the boxes into masks. He's been harboring empty box number 1 in the pantry for weeks.
Something that hasn't changed this year is our favorite festive amphibian. Corona can't stop Kermit. Even if he is stuck in a spider web instead of wedged in a wine glass. The husband and I think that it's important to mix things up. When crisis strikes, it's the children who suffer.
And that, as the mummy said, is a wrap! Compared to greeting trick-or-treaters and crashing a monster mash bash, it's a subpar way to celebrate spooky. But all in all not so bad when the creepiest thing going's a cough. So, sit back, eat more than your fair share of candy, and enjoy the silver lining of not having woken up to a tp'd yard this year.
Happy Halloween!