costumes of the day
3. A woman in stirrup pants, a red t-shirt, and red slouchy socks pulled over the pants. I suspect, unfortunately, that hers was not meant to be a Hallowe'en get-up. Agh! The horror of the dual inverted isosceles triangle pants - and when I'm feeling so crappy, too.
2. My own "sweet smile." Not a costume either, technically speaking. But according to the man who almost ran me over with his car today, it's what I've got. As I am grumpy at all times these days, I interpreted this as the driver trying to pass the buck. I.e. he almost hit me because I distracted him. What an asshole.
1. A very, very, tall, super-skinny, totally fuzzy-costumed Winnie-the-Pooh. Studying in the library. He almost made me hate everything less.
Cue the teeny tiny violins.
p.s. An unrelated note of interest: an evil ex-friend got married recently. Her new last name is the same as my ex's first name. Weird, huh?
p.p.s. We saw a really intoxicated bee in Toronto on Saturday night. Her costume was unlike any bee get-up I could have imagined: teensy yellow hotpants, black gloves, yellow wings, and big yellow boots. The best part of sitting in The Rex that night was watching her less intoxicated female companion drag her along the street in front of the window. That bee wanted to party like a drone in late autumn.
2. My own "sweet smile." Not a costume either, technically speaking. But according to the man who almost ran me over with his car today, it's what I've got. As I am grumpy at all times these days, I interpreted this as the driver trying to pass the buck. I.e. he almost hit me because I distracted him. What an asshole.
1. A very, very, tall, super-skinny, totally fuzzy-costumed Winnie-the-Pooh. Studying in the library. He almost made me hate everything less.
Cue the teeny tiny violins.
p.s. An unrelated note of interest: an evil ex-friend got married recently. Her new last name is the same as my ex's first name. Weird, huh?
p.p.s. We saw a really intoxicated bee in Toronto on Saturday night. Her costume was unlike any bee get-up I could have imagined: teensy yellow hotpants, black gloves, yellow wings, and big yellow boots. The best part of sitting in The Rex that night was watching her less intoxicated female companion drag her along the street in front of the window. That bee wanted to party like a drone in late autumn.