I know it is only August. But Kmart already had Halloween on display. The boys love looking at all the macabre offerings and creeping each other out...
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I love Halloween! How come they never had such cool stuff when I was a kid? All we had were cardboard skeletons, witches and black cats....skull candles...plastic masks and crummy costumes...and those black and orange crepe streamers...
Me too! And yeah. We had a pretty junky selection of scaraphernalia...hahaha...I think I just coined a new term...I googled it and nothing came up...nothing! I will be rich!
We never celebrated Halloween in England when I was growing up. They do now I think. My son loved Halloween when he was little and still does. Rememebr those trips to K-Mart to look at all the costumes. Thanks for bringing back all those good memories.
Mahalo for sharing Denise! I would imagine England would have some great spooky homes for haunted houses... :) That is the great thing about having two little boys...I can relive my childhood over and over and over and over and over... :)
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That is the great thing about having two little boys...I can relive my childhood over and over and over and over and over... :)