Today marks the 3rd (ish*) time I've ever dressed up for Halloween. I know. Sad, right?
My dad was all paranoid growing up so we never went trick-or-treating. Not one single time. Plus we lived in the country and I don't think people trick-or-treat in the country. I don't know.
Anyway, my first year at college, I was really excited to get invited to a Halloween party. Unfortunately I didn't know until the last minute that I needed a costume. So what does newly unleashed on life, college girl Amber go as? An Army chick. Needless to say, I was no match for the girls who wore their Hooter's uniforms.
The next year, I was a genie. Yep, a slutty genie. It was great. (Not original, but great.) I went out with a bunch of friends, including a guy, but my real goal was to show off my, ahem, assets to the bouncer at the bar. He ignored them, I mean me. Never once looked past my I.D. (But it's cool, I married him anyway.)
I haven't dressed up since then, until today. My costume is hoo-larious, but very few people would get it. And that's OK with me. I'm having fun. And I get to go trick-or-treating tonight, I mean, I get to take BB trick-or-treating tonight. What a great day!
* Once in elementary school, I dressed up, as a clown, I think, for school, only to find out that we weren't supposed to dress up. I was mortified. Luckily, my make-up washed off easily and mom brought me new clothes. Still, I don't like to think about that day.