Another day, another cop-out. We were ‘partying‘ in the street this morning, so I had to be in early. Yay.
I’m not a Hallowe’en person. I loathe wearing costumes, really, though I love handing candy to tiny pirates and Harry Potters and ballerina princesses who come to my door. However, this year, I have a costume quandary: Sexy Hamburger or Sexy Scrabble?
Or, really, any of these other amazing ensembles. I mean, authentic-looking Raphael just isn’t hot enough, amirite?