I needed to come back downstairs for something though, so I came down wearing jeans and my collared shirt completely unbuttoned. And, for those of you who haven't seen me without my shirt on, I am a hairy man.
My eleven-year-old, Z, passed me on the stairs.
Z: What costume is that, dad?
Me: I'm dressed as "guy who didn't button his shirt."
Z: No, really, dad.
(pause)
Z: Are you a werewolf?
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| Yup, you got it. I'm a werewolf. |
I have found an old jeans jacket (black, of course) that I covered in patches back when I was about fifteen and desperately wanted to be one of the Lost Boys (the vampires, not Peter Pan's little clique). It is every bit as hideous and embarrassing as I remember. So I'll add black jeans, a t-shirt that says "Happy Halloween - this IS my costume" and combat boots.
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If this turns out the way I think it will, I may have to break my rule about never, ever posting pics of myself online.
That costume sounds good enough to be a tradition. I want to see the pictures!
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