Why Steve Hates Halloween

I cannot help myself. I celebrate everything. I decorate everything. I have jewelry to coordinate with most special occasions. My ensemble for Friday was deemed "too much" by Steve, so I ditched the hat. It's too bad, because I am closer to a witch than a skeleton.
I guess I must have a slight case of paganism in my bones; even I can admit that my displays are excessive. All my spots of Halloween are not pictured here- just a few highlights. I can proudly say that by 1p.m. on Saturday, having had coffee with my friends and attended a local craft show, I had removed the Halloween decor and replaced it with a more restrained Thanksgiving motif. Now the blocks spelling I HEART WITCHES says we GIVE THANKS.

I think the dogs really liked their costumes- don't they look happy? They greeted our guests enthusiastically, or in Mabel's case, very vocally. Walter the Mattdog joined them, and he was a stunning Darth Vader-I failed to film him, and for that I apologize both to Walter and to Matt. I promise that I will not force them to dress as Pilgrims or Indians for Thanksgiving. My pups DO have Santa Hats and collars, however. I believe Matt restricts his dog clothes to Halloween. Walter had such a swell time that we had a dog sleepover with him, so that Matt could return to the city for a party.
Steve had a built in excuse for avoiding the Trick or Treaters as well as Walter this year- a Blackhawks game. He was delighted to clear out of the suburbs, and Mike and Matt assisted with the candy distribution, pumpkin carving, and crowd maintenance. We had a smaller turnout that normal- 250 or so. I think that many families had parties- for the tykes or for themselves. It just means that I have a stash of full sized candy bars to hide from Steve. Halloween is the holiday that will keep on giving. What's not to like? Steve would say...everything.