Oh yeah, we’re getting ready. First off, we have very kindly been invited to a party hosted by S, so this year we actually have somewhere to go. And this is not the kind of party you show up to sans costume. I mean, they dig fresh graves in their yard every year I’ve been told. That kind of necessitates some effort on our part as well.
I am going as a Bloody Mary. Not the ghost, the drink. I’m wearing a red shirt, dying my hair red(der), and painting my nails red. With bloody makeup. And a nametag that reads “Mary.” AND and and, a piece of celery. Not a real piece of celery, oh no. C made me a big ole celery stalk out of cardboard and paper and even meticulously cut out leaves and attached them. The stalk curves the way celery does. The leaves are awesome. I colored, because that is my only artistic skill. C totally rocks because how many people would sit there for an evening constructing an oversized piece of vegetable?
She is going as a zombie. As she was going through her clothes looking for the ratty ones and ones she doesn’t mind getting dirty, she picked up a belt.
Me: You need a belt?
C: Yeah, definitely.
Me: Why not just use a piece of rope?
C: They’re not hillbillies, just dead!!!