Mine.
You can go sexy or you can go creepy on Halloween, and I opt for creepy (I went as Sarah Palin two years ago... I know creepy).
This year, I decided to face my fears and go as the joke that folks make about me anyway.
Today is the company Halloween party. I'm going as a crazy cat lady.
To clarify, I only have TWO cats. But if you're a woman over the age of 28 who lives alone (regardless of whether you've purposely made that choice or own the house you live in), you get The Jokes. Which is fine. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. (I will say here that Beau has two cats and also lives alone and he gets no crazy cat man jokes. I don't even think there are crazy cat man jokes.)
Last night, I ran a pair of dark corduroy pants over the scratching-pole tower that my cats practically live on. Dark no more! I went to my Mom's and borrowed kittycat earrings (she's a former second-grade teacher who will always have things like kittycat earrings) and a stuffed cat. Then I found a kittycat T-shirt in my closet (go ahead and judge). And then, the piece de resistance, I shall cover my face, hands, and arms with these nail polish + fork "scratches":
Sexy Cat Lady costume! I almost bought that one!
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