Miranda: The only two choices for women: Witch and Sexy Kitten.
Carrie: Oh you just said a mouthful there sister.
Monogrammed pumpkin from the placecard table at our wedding. The husb will tell you he has mad pumpkin carving skills, but I’d just like to see him try and replicate this sucker.
He did make this one though, so I gotta give him props. The eyebrows were designed by the seven-year-old, who may or may not have some anger management classes in her future.
Getting my freak on for the elementary school costume parade.
Because you know I’d never miss a chance to rock glitter, fake lashes and green hair extensions.
Fave part of my Halloween costume.
It’s called Recycle.
But I’m renaming it with Green With Envy.
Don’t even try to deny it.
Laughing Gas + iPod Touch = Oh, Hi. I Just Rocked a Double Root Canal.
She looks too pure to be pink…
So I just bought this for the husb, in the hopes that he’ll wear it to surprise the four-year-old at his costume birthday bash on Saturday.
Have I mentioned that the husb hates to dress up?
Sad. But true.
Though he has perfected the art of the low-maintenance costume. Which basically means he will wear the male counterpart of anything I dress up as, so long as it only requires three accessories to be added to his normal attire.
I know it sounds lame. But you’d be surprised what you can do with three extra little accoutrements. There’s the hippie dude (beads, round shades, patchouli), the pirate (black t-shirt, black patch, bandana), and the Survivor contestant (tank top, rope necklace, buff).
Despite the lack of effort involved with this last one, it was actually a major crowd pleaser. And while I generally prefer to go all-out on Halloween, don’t think for a minute that I didn’t enjoy rocking a bunch of cool hair twists with an orange buff wrapped around my midriff.
You SO want to steal this costume now, don’t you?
Anyway. I have to admit that in the last few years the husb has stepped it up considerably, his most ambitious effort to date being the Dave Navarro look he sported back in 2006 — a costume that involved not three but over 10 added accessories, including, but by no means limited to, pleather pants, black nail polish, a fedora and shades, fake facial hair, a bunch of tats, a long scarf and a skull-stamped belt.
So I’m thinking Batman should be a cakewalk after that.
Plus.
Jumpsuit + cape + mask = three extra accessories.
Right?
And The Number One Reason Why I Will Never Own a Kindle:
When someone ambles over and interrupts my otherwise perfectly bookish afternoon by moronically posturing “What are you reading?” I wouldn’t be able to simply do this, accompanied by a dramatic eye roll and long, drawn-out sigh.
Yes I am a Book Bitch. And proud of it.
“Hey Mommy! See those trees that don’t change color? Those are called Forevergreens.” — The four-year-old. Just love him.
If it wasn’t for Steven Starr I don’t think I could live in this city. Seriously. Butcher + Singer is my new favorite restaurant. And not just cause they gave us a shout out on this killer slice of apple crumble.
Looks like someone’s been reading this blog. Because this surprise bottle of Champy just arrived at our table courtesy of our awesome friend Dr. Will.
Of course we’re already three drinks in at this point.
But whatev.
Drink it if you’ve got it, right?
Thank you, thank you, thank you Will.
And cheers! XOXO
Happy 11 Years Baby!
Ok.
So our anniversary is not really for another week.
But when you choose to get married on Halloween, what you fail to realize at the time is that one day you will have kids, and then you will never again get to actually celebrate your anniversary ON your anniversary.
Which is why we are celebrating tonight.
And because I’m a total Steven Starr whore, we’ll be at Butcher & Singer.
In case you want to, say, send over a complimentary bottle magnum of Moet.
Because that’s how us old married couples roll.
Or at least that’s how we roll until it’s time for the babysitter to go home.
