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I have indeed decided to lay low tonight. It's cold, and I only got four hours sleep (woke up at 2 am and couldn't get back to sleep until about 4:30, woe); so I came home, changed into comfy jammies and stayed in my room, out of the way while Cara unpacked.
Then some friends of Cara's in the neighborhood dropped by. She mentioned she had friends across the street -- a couple with their three=year-old son, who wanted to show off his costume. (He was "a robot tiger rabbit," they said.)
I figured I should stick my head out and be social a moment, but stopped at the door to my room - I was still in my beat-up sweater and tacky flannel jammie pants. Should I change? Put on jeans, make an effort to look respectable?
To hell with it, I figured. I walked out and said that my costume was "slumber party guest."
Then some friends of Cara's in the neighborhood dropped by. She mentioned she had friends across the street -- a couple with their three=year-old son, who wanted to show off his costume. (He was "a robot tiger rabbit," they said.)
I figured I should stick my head out and be social a moment, but stopped at the door to my room - I was still in my beat-up sweater and tacky flannel jammie pants. Should I change? Put on jeans, make an effort to look respectable?
To hell with it, I figured. I walked out and said that my costume was "slumber party guest."