My husband and I went to a Halloween party this weekend; he went as Uncle Sam’s rude cousin and I went as a black cat. I only did that because I couldn’t find my devil or genie costumes from prior years, and buying cat ears and a pin-on tail from the Theatrical Shop was a lot cheaper than buying a whole new costume. So I tried on the one-piece “catsuit” (full-length leotard) I’d purchased for whatever insane reason about ten years ago. I plunked the ears on my head and had my daughter pin the tail to the back of the leotard. Problem was, she couldn’t stop laughing. Now I know I don’t really have the body for a one-piece leotard, but I had planned to wear a “wrap” over the whole thing which would only be removed if I drank enough Soco-Cokes.But my dear daughter had doubled over in laughter so I said, “Okay, it’s not perfect, but what’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to tell you what I was thinking.”
“Oh go ahead… if I’m planning to go out like this, I obviously don’t care what people think.”
So she said, “I was thinking you look like Mike Wazowski.”
Ah, the tribulations of an apple body.
Turns out the party was fun, but I never removed my wrap. And, I found my other costumes – on Sunday, while putting away laundry.