Hallowe'en around the office is not a good time for me.
Candy everywhere and nary a whit of self control to be had. I find myself especially succeptible to the Reese's Peanut Butter cups. Truly a marriage of ingredients made in heaven. To which my waistline will be ascending shortly.
There are a variety of activities planned at work today as well as free food for lunch and costume prizes. With the accompanying dearth of actual work getting done, to be sure.
Having won first place for the costumes the last two years running (dressing in drag [Amy did my fingernails and makeup that morning] and then a kissing booth with accompanying price-list) I am a little underwhelming this year. Just shuffling about in pyjamas, slippers, unshorn face and a wife-beater sporting the caption, 'DRUNK CHICKS THINK I'M HOT!'
My wife, totally sober yesterday, as she is most days, was espousing this claim completely unprompted. God bless her pregnant heart.
And since I have no pictorial evidence of this year's (lack of) costume, here are a couple pics from the last two years that netted me two first prizes.
Hot damn I'm a gorgeous red-head...
Wow!! I had to look again and again at that picture because I thought that you were far too feminine and beautiful to be a man dressed as a woman. Well done (in a "that's really scary and creepy" kind of way)!!
Posted by: Dixie | Tuesday, 01 November 2005 at 09:48 AM
Damn, girlfriend! You are a hot redhead! Which almost makes up for the fact that you look like a serial killer in the kissing booth. Just five bucks for a strangling!
Posted by: Jenn | Thursday, 03 November 2005 at 06:56 PM