I don’t want to be dramatic or anything, but this is the worst Halloween in the history of all Halloweens and I hate the world and my life is over. Oh yeah, and by “I don’t want to be dramatic or anything,” clearly I meant the exact opposite.
All kidding aside, I normally go all out for Halloween – always DIY style. However, this year presented several issues: 1) I have been bedridden with the death sickness all week, 2) Bobby is working today/tonight and 3) I wasn’t invited to any Halloween festivities, anyway. Getting dressed up and laying around in a Nyquil induced coma would just be way too depressing, and this is coming from someone who spends most of her nights alone, watching Golden Girls marathons and having full on conversations with her animals.
In short, I leave you with three of our past costumes. As for this year, just picture me in my pajamas with a cat mask (the sleeping kind) and tissues strewn about my bed. Bah, humbug! I mean…Happy Halloween!