Here we are!! The weekend before Halloween; let the parties begin. Annnnnd here we go-
A). I hate these underwear costumes that make me want to rip off my own flesh and probably jump off a first floor balcony. Why is this the gold standard of Halloween now.
Hi! Yep… I’m dressed as a hooker. We live just down the street. This is my daughter, she’s four. I know, so hard being a good role model for our girls these days.
B). I’ll be someone I admire. Who do I. admire. Who… do I…. admire….
C). Ok I need to just pick something. This one will make me so hot and sweaty and angry all night, not happening. This one would fit, but I really didn’t want to dress up as a giant tooth. Giant hot dog, no. Giant banana, no.
D). Wouldn’t be able to sit down.
E). Wouldn’t be able to stand up.
F). This part I would have to use safety pins for because, safety.
G). Who are they kidding with these tights? Where is Wonder Woman already, I need to kick her-
H). Wait am I in the underwear section again?
I). Oh no, my bad. My bad. I’m in the youth girls section.
J). Alright I’m done.