Well, yesterday was our last half day. We will not have one again until the last day of school (unless I play hooky and take a half day which I’ve never been known to do because, let’s face it, if you’re going to play hooky, you might as well take the whole day.) I can’t believe this next sentence is coming out of my mouth, but . . . I’m sort of looking forward to our normal routine. I know. Blasphemy.
Anyways, the whole school was practically a ghost town by the time 1pm rolled around, so my friends and I decided we should bow to the peer pressure and get the heck out of there. And, to be fair, we waited until about 1:45 to leave so I think we did our due diligence.
Lunch was LONG. And fun. And filled with laughter. Just the way I like it. 🙂
Tonight, the hubby and I are going to a Halloween costume party.
People, I do not like dressing up. I am always the party pooper. Always.
I hate dressing up. Really. I also hate when invitations to showers dictate what I should wear. As in, “The bride’s favorite color is purple, so please dress accordingly.”
As in, “The shower begins at 1pm and we will be having tea. Please wear a big, gargantuan hat that does not fit your freakishly-small head.”
Not only do I have to give up my Saturday (or, more recently, Sunday) to go to this function while my husband stays home on the couch eating snacks and watching TV, I have to dress up???
Yep. That’s me. The girl with the bad attitude.
I’ve expressed my feelings to many of my closest friends and they all seem to understand where I’m coming from . . . but they still make me go shopping and try on stuff.
I’m like a surly teenager.
Anywho, the hosts of this Halloween party are our good friends, and the wife decided we should get a group together and be the Scooby Doo gang.
Except she gets to be the beautiful Daffanie (I had to look that up).
And I’m stuck being the nerdy Velma. (It doesn’t matter that this is true in real life and how I see myself.)
I was down in the dumps about it until I saw this costume on Amazon: