Confession #1: We are not carving pumpkins this year because I don’t like the mess and can’t justify spending $30 on 5 pumpkins. Also, I have to do most of the carving and cleaning and that is murder on the carpal tunnel. Go ahead and say it. I’m a terrible mom. I’m totally okay with that.
Confession #2: We are not handing out candy. We have 5 children. Does anyone expect me to take them out by myself so that my husband can sit at home and hand out candy? Not happening. Maybe we’ll get egged. Whatever. At least there won’t be pumpkins to smash. (Note: I did hand out candy at my church’s Trunk or Treat. I’m not a complete ogre.)
Confession #3: I will raid my kids’ bags when they are sleeping. My candy of choice? Snickers, Starburst, and Sweet Tarts. I have a thing for candies beginning in “S.”
Confession #4: I don’t watch scary movies on Halloween because I’m honestly scared to death of them. I can handle the really bad ones with cheesy special effects, but Paranormal Activity? No stinkin’ way. The Ring still gives me nightmares. The Exorcist? Help. Masks, mirrors, and Gregorian chants give me the creeps. I hide behind a pillow when I “watch” scary movies.
Sparkly vampires are more my style. (Wait. I think that counts as another confession. Consider that Confession #5, then.)
Okay, now that the confessions are over, I thought it’d be fun to share some of my own “scary stories.” Enjoy!








