yes, i still dress to hand out candy:). I will be a nurse…I was a dead nurse the last time i wore it with an arrow in my head…scared too many kids!!!
My teenager was tom cruise in risky business for school yesterday (white bike shorts instead of tightie whities!)
The Risky Business is a great idea if you have the coloring (and legs) for it. It’s easy too.
My mom dressed up to hand out candy too. She just loved it-sometimes she scared the kids too! Her zebra face was one of those. H and I are going to a birthday party and the weather is just terrible today-windy and flood-level rains expected. We’re not dressing up or going out later.
Your question got me inspired to dig through the dress up bin. I got out several options and now just need to decide who wears what between me and the dog. We are the same size. This wild weather is dampening my optimism about how many trick-or-treaters we will get, though.
At about to turn 80 my dad still dresses up to answer the door.
Going to a party and will be a flapper.
I’ll be me. We rarely get trick or treaters as we live in a small neighborhood out in the country. The few neighborhood kids usually go into town. Always buy candy just in case. Usually end up eating it.
Still me. 
Grading papers, cleaning around the house, easier to do as myself. Plenty of candy here to give out, though.
I’ll be me, as usual. My next-door-neighbor and I have a longstanding tradition of passing out candy together on my porch. It’s almost always freezing, but we enjoy the chance to catch up. We are so busy that we don’t get to talk as much as we’d like. I will confess that we enjoy a tasty adult beverage or two, as well … but we hide it when the kids come up to the porch. 
One year, my mother got a surgical glove, filled it with crushed ice and shook hands with each of the kids who came.
I’m going to dinner with a friend. Each of us lives on streets where not many kids visit. Too bad, cuz it was one big heck of a deal, where I grew up. And we had Mischief Night.
“Deer in the Headlights” Hubby is the deer and I am the road with a sign and a pair of headlights. There is a similar costume on this page, but my dress isn’t as low-cut:
I will be the lady who passes out full size candy bars and enjoys sipping wine and chatting with the neighbors between trick-or-treaters.
I’m still stuck trying to picture Saintsan and her dog as the same size.
I have my Disney. T with the witch and the poison apple on it. Full size Reese’s peanut butter cups and Skittles.
I outweigh her by about 30 pounds but we are about the same height when she stands on her back legs. Her arms and torso are about the same as mine.
I have decided on the purple, green and gold Mardi Gras jester mask with other accessories - not sure what yet. I currently am wearing purple jeans and a black top which works to run errands, root for the University of Washington and as a base for the mask.
The dog has settled (I think) on the green Power Ranger, but I’m not sure if she can be convinced to wear the mask.
Someone may call the animal protection police. No one should have to wear masks.
Yesterday at work, I made the mistake of thinking that an unfamiliar co-worker was wearing something special for Halloween. She wasn’t. Apparently, what I was looking at was her normal hairstyle and clothing.
Oops.
I think the whole concept of Halloween costumes has been spoiled for me for a while.
She did not want the mask and you couldn’t make her wear one if she didn’t want it (not that I would). She wore her costume on her walk just now and several cars actually stopped to compliment her - one with young men in the 18-24 age group! The highest compliment for sure.
Spent a fun evening with all the neighbors blocking off our street so kids could trick or treat all houses at once.
I was amazed at the later groups - very young kids with their thirty something parents who were in full costume. They had obviously been partying before taking the kids out.
Punk/biker chick. Green spiky mohawk, fake tats, multiple (stick-on) piercings, heavy black makeup. Hubby said I scared him! My kids did get a kick out of it when I Facetimed them.
The dog was a ballerina. Her alter ego (the fake dog that looks just like her) was on the lawn being savaged by spiders. I think we confused a few small children.
Mr. B and I are beach bums.