Not that long ago, the roomie and I had issues trying to figure out what to be for the most important holiday of the year. Well… one of the important ones. Depends who you ask.
But while shopping one afternoon in a desperate last attempt, she pulled out a pair of metallic blue tights and asked, “what can we do with these?”
Sure, neither of us have read Cat in the Hat in the last decade. Minor detail.
Another minor detail? We hope to have no trick-or-treaters as we do not have any candy in the house.
Please don’t think we’re hateful. Our place is sort of off the beaten path and I’m pretty sure we didn’t get one knock last year.
But it’s true- no candy.
MINE. DON’T TOUCH.
They were the best surprise ever when I came home on Thursday night.
We’re not going to talk about how many I can consume in the course of an entire Sunday. We’re also not going to talk about the laziness that occurred on said Sunday.
Or maybe we will. The only time I even bothered to leave the house was to walk to Whole Foods to pick up dinner. It was clearly not going to make itself and, at the time, it made total sense to pay over twice as much for the premade stuff instead of just buying a can. I was even too lazy for the microwave. Which ended up getting used anyway because the overpriced soup was cold by the time I got home.
Fail on so many levels. #FirstWorldProblems
Naturally I sulked about it before going to bed an hour and a half early.
T’was a good weekend, though, full of good friends, an excess of good drinks, and a boy who is yet to run for the hills (I’m just as speechless about it as you are).
The weekend exhaustion hangover on Monday was worth it.
Now… if only we could get through the dreaded Tuesday…