Rick and I are going to this Halloween dinner dance thing.
And we need some costumes.
I want something that reads hot-mom-who’s-not-trying-too-hard. Wonder Woman! But the costume also has to camouflage my post three pregnancies belly. Never mind about Wonder Woman!
Now you might remember that last year on Halloween, Rick and I went as Elvis and Priscilla Presley…
It was a pretty good costume except that…
1. Rick was working most of the night so he wasn’t around. So no Elvis.
2. And everyone thought I was Amy Winehouse.
Obviously I can’t handle that kind of misstep again so I’m doing some serious costume contemplation.
Rick wants to wear something he already has in his closet which means he can either go as a Fox anchor or suburban dad.
He also suggested bacon and eggs which makes me wonder if he has a turkey bacon outfit squirreled away somewhere in the house.
I came up with the brilliant idea that I could be Farrah Fawcett and he could be Kate Jackson. Rick vetoed it. I don’t know why. Maybe he wanted to be Jaclyn Smith.
My dad suggested that we dress up in onesies and Depends, suck on pacifiers and go as Harlowe and Chase. Of course, we’d probably just look like drugged–out rave kids.
And then Rick came up with the idea of us going as the coal miner and his mistress…
Am I a dead ringer for the mistress or what?!
Now we just need a friend to go as the jilted wife.
I’m groveling… please come up with an idea for us.
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