"What should I be for Halloween?" I asked to no one particular last night while we watched the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader show on CMT.
"You should be Leela, and I'll be Fry!" Ben said. I looked thoughtful. While I loved Futurama, I wasn't so sure dying my hair purple was the key. Besides, I wear black dance pants all the time- there was nothing different about that.
"I know!" I grinned. "We can be Tim McGraw and Faith Hill." As I grinned happily, Ben looked at me like I'd grown three heads.
"Gumby and Pokey," Dave suggested.
"A Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader," Karen suggested.
Bryan looked stumped.
I was not pleased with any of those suggestions. Though it would be fun to jump around in a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader outfit, I didn't feel like scaring small children with my boobies. Besides, my butt is not a cheerleader butt. Cheerleader butts are high, tight, round and protrude gently like a bubble. My butt does not do that. It sticks out a bit and is flat. I have a phonebook butt.
"I don't like any of those," I said, looking disturbed. I had to figure out what I wanted to be for Halloween. One of the most important features of the night was what I would look like. This would take days and days- ok fine- minutes and minutes of planning.
"Hey- you could borrow Karen's stripper dress again," Ben grinned devilish. "You know, the fishnet one-"
"I've worn that to the symphony!" Karen squawked. "Symphony of strippers," Ben teased.
Absorbed in my own world, I spent the rest of the night and morning thinking. And then it came to me.
Elle Woods.
I should be Elle Woods. The perky, blonde, ever happy and ultimately cute lawyer who dressed in head to toe pink. My alter-ego and secret dream! Why had I not thought of this before?
After a secret convention of costume planning, Karen and I emerged victorious. Clad in a pepto bismal pink halter dress and rhinestone sparkling pink shoes, I was perfect. All I would need is my hair curled, Bryan's dog to pose as bruiser, and a pink purse. I'll cover my pumpkin in pink glitter and have the sparkliest pumpkin on the block.
Those ghosts and gremlins aren't going to know what hit them.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
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