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October 31, 2007

rather than a naughty nurse, i went as a crabby girl with lots of work to do and an ongoing bad cold.

Filed under: stuff — meg @ 9:04 am

Oh, Halloween.

I know so many people that love you in all your costume-y, chocolate-y, pumpkin-y wonder.

They plan their costumes for months on end. They stockpile candy like sandbags in a flood. They attend loads of parties where they show off much more of themselves than anyone needs to see outside of the boudoir, or put on so much fake blood that they end up with an awkward rash.

It’s a thing. A thing they love.

It’s not so much my thing.

At my office, however, lots of people love to get into the spirit of ghosts and goblins and Glossettes, so I’ve tried a little harder to go with the flow.

For example, my costume today was going to be Facebook.

I was going to pin pictures to myself, hand out random invitations for things no one wanted to try, glue tiny Scrabble tiles to my face, and loudly announce my status every few minutes.

Then I didn’t.

Oh, well.

Happy Halloween!

7 Responses to “rather than a naughty nurse, i went as a crabby girl with lots of work to do and an ongoing bad cold.”

  1. Raul Says:

    I am one of those rare creatures who is not on Facebook :)

  2. lizardek Says:

    HAHAHAHA! Oh you so should have done it. You are freaking hilarious, missy!

  3. Danielle Says:

    hahaha deffinitley!!! I agree……deffinitley made me laugh….woow to facebook……!!

  4. Sandy Says:

    I’m hanging out with Raul, somewhere other than facebook.

  5. Lauralea Says:

    I LOVE it!

    I’m STILL laughing!

  6. Richgold Says:

    My office had a pajama party. I sometimes have to thank small gawds that I’m still on maternity leave.

  7. Stephen Says:

    My favorites have always been those of the outside-the-box variety. (Sure, the tarts turn my head, but who remembers them afterward?) You have to do the Facebook one next year, or come down here and do it in the ArtCar Parade. It’s just too brilliant! And be sure to plan it months in advance.

    Inane games, random photos, a dress made of velcro? Or maybe we should just do that to my car, accompanied by a team of skaters who keep changing the data.

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