We don’t “do” Halloween at our house. It’s not that I object to kids dressing up and getting candy. I loved Halloween as a kid and I love dressing my kids up when they were young. The reason we don’t do the holiday at my house is because we live in a rural area. All the kids go to the village to trick or treat. If they did it here they’d make it to 3 house then trick or treating hours would end. So…keeping in mind that I haven’t really done anything for Halloween in almost 20 years, here is my Halloween disaster!
I thought I’d make some really cute aliens for a treat to take to our Saturday dog play date. The cold is already causing me problems with standing and walking so I thought I’d do Halloween treats early for the group. It seemed easy enough. I’d just make some krispie treats, color the marshmallows an appropriate alien green, and make little space dude faces. Easy, right? Yeah. Not so much. I’d forgotten a couple key things in formulating this plan.
The weather turned really chilly today. And it’s been rainy. So, when I woke up this morning my joints told me if I moved they’d hurt me. A lot! “Oh, silly joints” I thought. “You’ll feel much better after we have a cup of coffee.” But they meant what they said. But I persisted with the plan to make my cute little aliens. Why? Because, well, sometimes I’m a feckin’ eejit.
I tried to baby myself for most of the day. I didn’t even make a decent dinner. We had tuna on croissants and chips. Mr. Comfortable is a very accepting man. I soaked my hands in very warm water and decided I was ready to take on the aliens! I was wrong.
And it wasn’t just my rebellious body that was causing me trouble. I could have worked around that. The real problem came because I forgot that I have no talent for any kind of art. None. Zero. From the time I first got my hands on crayons and on Play-Dough it’s been obvious that I pretty much suck at the arts.
Trust me, I tried. I Googled “pictures” of aliens and did everything I could to make mine look like the “real” aliens.
The color made me happy although it was more Wicked Witch of the West than E.T.
Mostly the looked like really bad green skulls…sort of.
Then I attempted to make a cute cartoon alien with two antennae. One kept breaking off so he became an alien with this weird little protuberance on his misshapen head.
I even ignored my very real fear of spiders and attempted to make a creepy krispie spider. His little legs wouldn’t stay attached to the body. His little legs wouldn’t even stay together. I didn’t even get to his homicidal little face with massive fangs.
By this time I was unable to stand and needed my wheelchair just to get to the bedroom. So I did the only thing I could do to salvage the project. I ate him!
Alien photo courtesyThe Inquisitr