This week's
Girl Talk Thursday is about Halloween costumes, which is awesome because Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday. It's the one day a year an adult role-play outside the bedroom without being accused of being a brazen hussy.
When I was about 12, I had a severe allergic reaction to . . . something. We don't know what. The multitude of doctors I saw never figured it out. It was bad enough that I needed to be hospitalized for a short time. The time I was hospitalized was the same time I was supposed to be picking out my Halloween costume. Needless to say, I wasn't able to do that, so my mom picked one out for me. What would you pick out for your poor sick 12 year old who is currently wallowing in her "awkward" stage? My mom picked this:
Yeah. In case you were wondering, this is why I'm so messed up. It's a California Raisin costume. Although, while trick-or-treating that year, one elderly lady asked me if I was a prune. Hello, therapy.
To rebel against this horrifying experience, I chose the same costume year after year until I was an adult. This costume.
Of course, I had absolutely nothing to fill out the top with. By the time I had the boobs for the costume, I had had kids and no longer had the waist for the costume.
Since Halloween falls on a Saturday this year, we'll be home with the kids instead of at a party, so we won't be getting costumes this year. Sucks. Especially since I lost a bunch of weight and had my choices narrowed down to these three.
This week's Girl Talk Thursday is about Halloween costumes, which is awesome because Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday. It's the one day a year an adult role-play outside the bedroom without being accused of being a brazen hussy.
When I was about 12, I had a severe allergic reaction to . . . something. We don't know what. The multitude of doctors I saw never figured it out. It was bad enough that I needed to be hospitalized for a short time. The time I was hospitalized was the same time I was supposed to be picking out my Halloween costume. Needless to say, I wasn't able to do that, so my mom picked one out for me. What would you pick out for your poor sick 12 year old who is currently wallowing in her "awkward" stage? My mom picked this:
Yeah. In case you were wondering, this is why I'm so messed up. It's a California Raisin costume. Although, while trick-or-treating that year, one elderly lady asked me if I was a prune. Hello, therapy.
To rebel against this horrifying experience, I chose the same costume year after year until I was an adult. This costume.
Of course, I had absolutely nothing to fill out the top with. By the time I had the boobs for the costume, I had had kids and no longer had the waist for the costume.
Since Halloween falls on a Saturday this year, we'll be home with the kids instead of at a party, so we won't be getting costumes this year. Sucks. Especially since I lost a bunch of weight and had my choices narrowed down to these three.