Monday, October 22, 2012

My Halloween Costume

Krista and I went to a friend's Halloween party this weekend. We hadn't planned ahead regarding our costumes, though, so we told the kids we were going upstairs to dig through our closets and come up with something.

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.


Z: Are you a werewolf?

Yup, you got it. I'm a werewolf.


  1. 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.

    Then I'll give myself a mohawk.

    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.

    1. That costume sounds good enough to be a tradition. I want to see the pictures!