Queen with a small “q”. (After all Jill Thompson’s Scary Godmother is the real Queen of Halloween, and I certainly don’t want to offend her.)

We’re getting ready, ostensibly, for our Halloween party the weekend after Halloween (it falls on a Saturday, so we can’t muck about with the trick or treaters).

But I can’t find my Halloween spirit (I usually keep it in a jar on my desk)…

I’m not sure what I want to be this year.

I’m not sure I have the where-with-all to actually get my act together and organize a party.

Our Lady of Perpetual Motion will be gone for the party, back to Florida to “visit” with himself. She’ll be gone for three plus weeks, causing mayhem with our work schedules, and missing thanksgiving (again): did I mention I work FOOD RETAIL???

I love Halloween, and I’m horrified (ha!) that I just don’t have it this year…