At the beginning of October I said to my children, "I cannot make your Halloween costumes this year. You will have to pick something that does not require me to sew or construct papier-mache heads." I did not expect this to be a hardship because I am not very good at sewing or papier-mache, but all month long I have been fielding requests for one crazy costume idea or another.
I forgot that I get sucked in, that I like making costumes as much as they like having me make them costumes. I went to Target fully intending to bring home some packaged made-in-China thing and was surprised to find I could not do it. So here we are on the 30th of October, and I am making costumes. This afternoon I am constructing a Sculpey nose with a chunk taken out of it for Mad-Eye Moody, along with claws for his wooden leg. Hee hee, I can't wait to see him in full regalia.
Let us gloss over the fact that my naptime attempt to finish a section of my statistics assignment failed miserably. Let us also gloss over the fact that I have bunches of changes to make to that talk I'm giving. Tomorrow is Halloween, and Mad-Eye Moody needs a nose. Pictures to follow.
Oh P.S. I dreamed about blogging. I dreamed that I saw a little girl from my caseload and she had miraculously figured out how to use plural -s and possessive -'s, both of which have been a long time coming. "This is wonderful!" I said in my dream. "This is so cool I will have to blog about it! I will call the post 'S S, Baby.'" And even in my dream, I wondered what Vanilla Ice was doing in my unconscious mind.
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