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I’m going to tell you a story that you aren’t going to believe and that is, although I’m an extremely social person (usually in juke joints where I can let my hair down and I’m not judged for it) I like staying home on Halloween.

Halloween is my favorite holiday. When I was a kid, my dad would call me his little pumpkin because I was born in October. Or it could have been that I was shaped like a pumpkin. One never knows.

We were never really a pumpkin carving kind of family. My mom just didn’t like the mess but I enjoy seeing other people relish in getting their carving on.

The youngest niece who we call Bear announced last week that she wanted to be a hooker for Halloween. Homer, who is a great mom, didn’t say anything as Bear was just trying to get a rise out of us. I asked Bear, who is 9-years-old, where she got this idea and did she know what a hooker was.

“Aunt Tick, they wear really high heels and date lots of boys,” she said gleefully.

I don’t think she fully grasped what hookers actually do with the boys but Homer went on a diligent Halloween costume hunt without making a big deal out of it.

Bear will now be a Monster Bride.

So, I’m probably going to avoid the parties on Halloween and stay home alone, watching my beloved horror movies and cuddling with Mabel, Duff and Kirby while trying to get the big dog to avoid eating Trick-or-Treaters.

Tis my way.