Halloween is my favorite holiday.  I know I just said that about the 4th of July, but I was lying then.  I love, love Halloween.  It's even better now that I have kids because I have someone to dress up with. 

I always try to drag Dan into the spirit, too, but he just says, "I'll dress up like a Hawaiian", or "I'll dress up like a banker."  Which just translates to, "I'm going to wear whatever I normally wear because I'm an adult, and that's what adults do."  But now, I have Little H and Buster, so I don't need him. 

I never have to convince H to dress up.  In fact, we just ordered her costume today.  She and I are so excited!  Initially she wanted to be Agent Oso from the show on the Disney Channel, but I had the hardest time finding a yellow panda costume, if you can imagine.  Thankfully she compromised and decided to be a witch.  I let her look at a lot of different costumes and was so worried she would pick a princess outfit, but we were lucky enough to dodge that bullet for another year.  She chose a "Storybook Witch" costume which I guess just means a witch that doesn't look so mean and dark.

Since I was in the costume-buying mood, I looked for one for myself.  I don't know what the deal is with all the Halloween costumes for women, but I'm not looking for lingerie.  I don't want a costume with the word "sexy" in front of it.  Sexy pirate, sexy nurse, sexy teacher, sexy sailor, sexy rabbit (I will never get what is so sexy about a rabbit / bunny; they are such stinky animals), sexy prisoner, sexy cowgirl, etc.  But the topper was this one:

                           

Sexy Spongebob!  Are you kidding me?  So, today I was enlightened to the fact that all of the women's costume designers, everwhere in the world, are men.  Maybe I can just skip around in underwear all day and call it a costume!?!  No one needs to see that.

It looks like I'm going to have to go shopping in the men's costumes again this year...