It’s finally here. The most dreaded of Holidays of the year, Halloween. Dun, dun, DUNNNNN! With the arrival of this dreaded day, comes the last and final installment of my three part series, Halloween: A Hate Story. This segment I like to call the costume disaster years. Now, disaster might be a bit of a strong word, so let’s just say failed costumes. My problem with costumes is that I waaaayyyy overthink it. Instead of just putting on boots, a cowboy hat, and a plaid shirt and going as something everybody would know, I like to come up with elaborately misleading that nobody will understand. Case in point, in high school I found some costume accessories for sale at a party supplies store. The kit of accessories included a tiara, a rubber arm cast, a sling, and a sash. I thought the title on the pageant sash, Miss. Hap, would be self-explanatory. Not so much. (You don’t get it either, do you? Miss Hap. Mishap, the name is a pun! She is a klutzy pageant winner, gosh!) I wore my prom dress (yes my big poofy prom dress) to high school for Halloween along with the cast and sling. I …

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