Maybe I should just be a neurotic for Halloween

For years, I’ve really, really wanted to be Cinderella for Halloween. I wanted the huge, blue ball gown with clear shoes and the blond wig with the black ribbon choker. Where I got hung up was the huge, blue ball gown. I have some issues with an undiagnosed obsessive disorder.  If I decide something has to be a certain way, then I will not rest happy until I get it EXACTLY the way I want it. It’s really very annoying.

The problem with this disorder and my desire to be Cinderella is that any ball gown I find that is acceptable costs a gazillion dollars and I can’t conceive of spending that kind of money on a costume. It’s ridiculous. I wish I didn’t have such high standards.

This year, Ava and I even managed to convince our non-girly Sister to be the princesses. Of course, we had to make a major concession and we finally got her to agree if we were the Zombie Princesses. Yes, you read that right – Zombie Princesses. I was going to be Cinderella, Ava as Belle and Kelli as Snow White  – but in full zombie make-up. We were trying to convince the husbands to be the Prince Charmings as zombie hunters but they told no and assured us we were idiots.

So the quest began for the dress and I finally had to admit that I couldn’t spend 100+ dollars on a Halloween costume. I’d either need to come to grips with a lesser costume or forego the idea completely. I really really really wanted to be Cinderella. I also really really really didn’t want to spend that kind of money.

Guess what I decided.

Yeah. My Honey and I are going to be pirates. Let us send up a prayer that I can find the pirate hat I have made up in my head for a reasonable amount of money. So long as it’s huge, and piratey with a giant feather everything will be fine.