Why I Hate Halloween This Year.....

It's not because the neighborhood hoodlums dress up (or not) in costumes and come to the door begging for candy.

It's not because I told Hubby we could leave the porch light off and just skip it this year and he vetoed that idea and bought two bags of candy, one of which is my very favorite in the world, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and they are sitting in the bowl taunting me.

It's not because some of the "kids" who come to the door begging for candy are taller than I am. Okay, that's not saying much. Taller than Hubby.

It's not because I didn't get a chance to go grocery shopping this weekend and had to go after school today, completely and totally forgetting it was Halloween, and having to dodge the "little bastards" (Hubby's term, not mine) on every aisle and thereby forgetting to get Cool Whip in the process.

It's not because I teach teenagers and every. single. year. someone asks me why we don't get a day out of school for Halloween.

This year, it's not because the doorbell keeps interrupting the Georgia-Florida game, during which Georgia is getting their a**es handed to them on a plate. (Did I mention we won?)

It's not because trick-or-treating is only beginning when I am ready to go to bed.

This year it's because I was completely dressed for school this morning and running only slightly behind schedule with a few minutes to throw together a (completely unsatisfactory) lunch when I suddenly remembered it was Halloween, and I have not one but two shirts with some version of "Happy Halloween" (yes, I recognize the irony) on them and I had to start all over again getting dressed, right down to the socks.

It is the only day you will EVER catch me dressed in orange.

Happy Halloween.

Such as it is.