When I was a kid (and probably still) the night before Halloween was called Mischief Night, which is when houses got teepeed and some eggs might have been thrown. I always wanted to go out - just one roll of toilet paper - but my parents banned me from the mischief making.
And, truthfully, even though I sat moping on the couch telling them, "Everyone else's parents let them go out!" I can understand why they didn't...nor did I let my kids either when their time came.
Nowadays, the biggest mischief I get into is sneaking bags from the thrift store into my basement...hoping my husband doesn't notice just how many bags.
This Halloween there was some extra-weird stuff on the thrift store shelves that I resisted bringing home. Mostly, it didn't take much will-power.
For example...I did not bring home this green furry monster with the goiter problem.
Nor did I bring home this smiling ghost cradling a skull so lovingly.
This witch decided to just jump right into her cauldron like a hot tub and bring a radio with her. Seems like a safety hazard to me, I left her where she was.
I can tell you this poo-colored ceramic head also remained on the shelf.
I did contemplate getting this "Sir Bourbon" bottle (his head is actually the top, his body is the bottle) because it is what my husband aspires to be referred to as, but alas, he did not make the cut either.
And before Halloween is even in our rear-view mirror, the shelves are already starting to look like this!