So, at the very last minute yesterday, I decided to get a costume around 4 pm. I tend to say I “hate Halloween” then go into a mad dash of desperation because I don’t want to feel left out of the whole festivity thing. So, I went to a big costume store that was literally flooded with people, and what did I see in the girl’s aisle? Row after row of slut/scank/whorey costumes. Ugh. Flatly put, if I have to go to the waxers to get costume ready, that is not the costume for me. Why can’t they have a fun section for girls too? Why would 8 women in a row in front of me want to be a whorey bee? I also have that non-conformist thing going on, so pre-made costumes right out of the box make me shudder too. Anyway, then I went to the men’s section because I figured a small men’s might fit me, although baggy. Ooh, street fighter Ken outfit size…extra large. Mario…extra large. Robin Hood…XXL! Last minute planning is not kind. 🙁 So, I did what I had to do: Went to the kid’s section. There were some juicy pickings there, mostly in toddler sizes, but a few size 12-14 jumped out at me. Picked one out, walked around with it indecisively for about 45 minutes, then committed, got a wig and a hell of a lot of bronzer at the drug store and this was the result:

Who can guess what I am?! I bet NO ONE KNOWS! Goes to show that I shouldn’t get a costume based on how much the concept makes me snicker not having eaten lunch and at the last minute browsing through dregs of Halloween madness. I dressed as Wendy from Wendy’s burgers 2 years ago, and all the kids said,”Hey! Dorothy didn’t have red hair!” Sigh. 0-2. Maybe I should plan ahead next year?

But…I hate Halloween. 😀