Of Halloween, that is.
Orange and black?
Least fave color combo. (unless you count peach and teal)
Spiders and bats?
Least favorite creatures. (unless you count cockroaches and everyone knows that's a given)
Candy busting out of every seam?
Least favorite thigh addition. (unless you count those high waisted, pleated Z Cavariccis from 1989)
But then something magical happens.
Halloween night arrives and I get me some of this:
A little of this:
Some of this:
And a whole lotta this:
And I officially declare Halloween my most favorite holiday!! (for right now)
I put a lot of thought and pondering into my opinions.
About as much thought and pondering as I put into those over sized shirts with the throw-pillow-like shoulder pads I wore circa 1990.
And we all know how that turned out.