October brings me great joy because eventually the weather cools down, which is a blessing in it's own right, but also because I don't look as conspicuous wearing black sweaters and black skirts everywhere in a misguided attempt to hide my fat and ensuing rolls. Let's face it, just because I'm wearing sandals does not make my ankle length black skirt (with a paint stain on the hem) paired with the largest sweater set found in captivity, a summer outfit. But, sometimes, denial is survival.
October also brings Halloween and I loves me some Halloween. We've already decorated the house and I've made Sam watch The Worst Witch , a 1980s flick about a boarding school for witches (uh, J.K. Rowling owes someboy some money) and poor Mildred the worst witch in the class who winds up saving the day, of course!
I got a lot of questions like this:
Are they bad witches?
Why isn't this a cartoon?
Why are they flying?
How are they flying?
Why is she sad?
Why are they laughing?
Why is his cape so big?
Why are they singing?
Why are you singing?
And then finally this statement..."Actually, I think this is kind of boring...."
Every time she craps on my childhood loves, I die a little. If she doesn't like Xanadu or, God forbid, The Pirate Movie, my heart will dissolve.
Here's a favorite scene from "The Worst Witch." After you watch it ask yourself why Sam didn't ask, "Why is Tim Curry's hair so poofy?" "Why is he so flamboyant?" "Why is he supposed to be straight?" "Why does his cape look like candy corn?" "Why doesn't he stick to alien transvestite roles?"