I was beginning to hate it. Party Friday night. Party today. The day itself coming up. Too much candy around the house. Simone wanted to be a mummy for Friday's party. So after a full day of work, I'm wrapping sheet strips around each limb, only to find them unravel by the time I got to the next. Finally got out the door, but within an hour it the whole thing had fallen apart. She didn't care. (Thank goodness for that!) Today -- a detective. An old jacket of mine, a fedora, a magnifying glass and a corncob pipe. Piece of cake. And she won "best homemade costume" in her age group. So cute to see how proud a 6-yr-old can be! Her school's party was a blast -- lots of time and effort put into making it so by many dedicated parents. Now I'm thinkin' -- maybe Halloween's not so bad after all!