Matt and I are going to a Halloween party in a few weeks. The party is at his boss' house. Costumes are required and there are prizes for the best ones. Apparently people go all out. His boss spent $500 on his costume last year. That's about five hundred times our Halloween costume budget. We have a few possibilities, but if anyone has an award winning costume idea, I'm all ears.
Last night I took a little walk down memory lane in search of some inspiration, and discovered this photo from the year my brother was a dinosaur and I was an elephant.
And then this year, where Em was Cinderella, and I was Pippi Longstocking, complete with a wire clothes hanger in my hair. Phil was a table. Our high school allowed seniors to wear their costumes to school, and my brother is about 6'5''. His table top sailed above the heads of the other kids and was a hit.
The other day I had an appointment to get my eyes dilated. Before I left, the doctor asked if I needed a pair of the little plastic lenses to put inside my glasses. I told him I should be fine without them, that I had a pair of sunglasses in my car.
"Prescription?" he asked. I told him they were just my normal sunglasses and he said, " He said, "I think you're going to need these." I took them even though I drove to and from work like this just fine.
I'll admit the little lenses helped. Though I did take them off when I went through the Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru because even I have some standards when it comes to what my coffee friends think about me.
80% of our house is in shambles. The kitchen is torn apart, and the cabinets were delivered this week. Our dining room is packed full, there are stacks of boxes in the family room, there is an open cabinet in the middle of the living room floor because the box was too big to fit inside the house the pantry, which is legitimately the size of my Ford Focus, is in the kitchen, AND there are 24 boxes of hardwood floors in the living room.
There is about 4 square feet of space in the dining room where Matt and I were able to wedge two chairs in next to the dining room table so we can continue to eat dinner like civilized adults. Unfortunately I put my chair directly beneath the chandelier. I stood up tonight and I don't know where I was looking but it certainly wasn't in front of me, because I marched full speed into the chandelier.
Luckily nothing was wounded but my pride, although the chandelier is a little worse for the wear. All of the glass globes were knocked out of place and the impact burned out a light bulb.
Thursday night I got home after Matt and he called from the kitchen, "Hey, I'm in here! I'm building something!" I wound my way through the boxes and expected to see him building a cabinet.
Do you know what he was building, in the midst of the chaos?
This, a lawn thatcher.
Because of course.
Jesus, take the wheel.
Or the screwdriver.