Last year, Johnny and I spent halloween watching a movie & eating all sorts of fall treats---OUT of costume. Unless you count to-lazy-to-dress-up-just-eating-my-weight-in-sweet-potato-fries a costume.
This year things started looking all too similar. As Johnny was on his way home last night, I had had it with his, "I don't want to dress up, it's not my thing" deal. enough. I called him and said "I'm stealing halloween back. I love dressing up. You're going to be Julia Child & I am your short, adoring husband--your outfit is laying on the bed & we are leaving to a party in 15 minutes.
Luckily, he was a total sport about it. He got dressed up, & even fit into a pair of my old tights & a pencil skirt. It pays to have keep those clothes from 35 pounds ago--the perfect costume shop. He may not like that I share this, but he actually got so into character that I had to tell him to stop speaking like Julia Child.
It looks like someone does like dressing up after all.