I'm terrible.
But, in my defense, only two groups of kids came knocking at my house. And I did dress Paddy up so my mom could see him. No trick-or-treating for me though, I don't think I'm fooling anyone by pretending all the candy I'm collecting is for my 6 month old who can't eat solid food yet.
Paddy the Dragon
So a pretty tame Halloween all around this year. Didn't go out or even dress up. I did have a costume in mind though. Paddy was Norbert the Dragon from Harry Potter, which obviously makes me Hagrid. But that would mean I'd have to find a way for me to look like a middle aged, magical, half-giant man. So I didn't fucking feel like it. And seriously, who has time to dress up when there is two more seasons of Gossip Girl to catch up on. (Not even embarrassed that I'm watching Gossip Girl. That show is so phenomenally bad, it's fantastic. And Chuck Bass? THEE most awesome character I have ever witnessed in television history - not even exaggerating. I even cried at Eleanor Waldorf's wedding! I think I need help! Can't. Stop. Watching.)
So I ended the night with Paddy going to bed an hour early, and Pat coming home from work with drinks and a dozen roses for me. Gotta love a man that buys roses 'just because.'
Happy Halloweenie, everyone!
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