When I was out in the barn feeding the girls the other day, my mom stopped by. Well, we got to talking about how the stores already have all their halloween decorations out and part of their Thanksgiving. Then we got to talking about how fast halloween really is approaching and I need to start figuring out what my costume is going to be. I always dress up for my resiodents and sometimes  (I live in Ohio and trick-or-treat night can be really cold and damp sometimes) when I sit on my porch giving out candy on trick or treat night. As my mom and I talked the girls listened intently,  Jess for fear that she would be getting a costume or other "torture" done to  her, and Goldie because shes just a baby and at 1 and a half always wants to know whats going on. Mainly because she thinks everthing comes down to food and we were saying the word treat a lot. Well ,Goldie must have thought trick or treat should be here by now because last night when I called them in she showed up wearing her costume. Yes, I said a costume. Apparently my yearling decided she was dressing up for halloween. You'll never guess what she has decided she is going  as.  She is going as.........wait for it.......A BUR. From mane to tale she had plastered her proud self with thousands of those small green burrs.  I just stared and stared at her. And she was so proud bobbing her head to show how her mane stood up in one clump and could go from one side of her neck to the other in that clump. I just stared. So she proudly rubbed her head on my arm so I could see up close personal all the hard work she had put in to her forelock so that it would be all in one mass. I just stared. It was just so horribly well done, and she was just sooooo proud of herself. I couldn't help myself, I whipped out my cell and called mom, laughing so hard that it took almost 10 mins to tell her all about Goldies Halloween suprise.  Ahhh kids--- After I got off the phone I looked at Jessie and said, "Didn't I put YOU in charge of keeping the filly out of trouble?" She just looked at me and snorted, like it was YOUR idea to get her, YOU keep her out of trouble. So this morning I went and caught them, tied them up and got started. 2 hours and 3/4 of a bottle of mane detangler (thank the gods for seeing that last month at the feed store) later I had a bur free (at least temporaily) filly. I also went ahead and fed early because my heart couldn't handle calling them back in this evening and seeing if she had decided to "redon her costume".  Here's to tommorow and brushhogging my pasture. rofl