Thank you to...

... Lil'Fingers for bringing this crucially cerebral article to my attention: Dogs Looking Depressed in their Halloween Costumes.

The hands down winner in this sad competition is the pug.

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October really is the best month--the return of sweaters and jeans without sweating, candy apples once again become socially acceptable, and we celebrate Thanksgiving, closely followed by my second (near first) favourite holiday: Halloween.

Like Claire, I'm a bit fanatical when it comes to Halloween, driving all over the countryside looking for a collection of white pumpkins for my ghostly jack-o-lantern display, forcing Orange to buy full-sized chocolate bars to hand to perfect strangers just so we can be "the good house" on the street, spending hours perfecting a ghoulish motif in the front yard. While I haven't gone so far as to dress dearest Bert in his own costume (tuxedo aside...) don't think I didn't contemplate it.

I thought turning 30 last year would have put an end to this foolishness, but every year I come back with an excited bubble in my tummy. I think I've come to the conclusion I will never be too old for this holiday, nor will the excitement of costume planning ever get lame...

... However lame that might make me.