And There Was Great Rejoicing

My beloved passed his test.  In my sleep-deprived delerium, I offered to take him to the hardware store.  Thankfully, he realized we still have no money and only bought a new vent for the bathroom floor. What a guy!  WHAT A GUY!

In celebration, the little angel slept all night long last night.  She was rewarded this morning with the opportunity to carry around her kiddie ear plugs while she got dressed.  She accessorized them with a photo of her grandmother holding a baby version of my niece who is now five and a banana.  Oh, the struggle to get her to part with these items so she could put on her coat.  Wild monkeys from Oz could not have made her more mad.

Now that the test trauma has passed, I turn to concern for what I will wear to my Halloween party on Friday night.  I've been invited (shock and awe) to a costume party!  And it's just down the street! And it starts after the little angel goes to bed! And my beloved doesn't want to go!

Now, I don't want to spend any money on this costume, because I probably won't be there long enough to make it worth it.  Also, the party is thrown by my former English professor, and I don't really know anyone else who will be there, so I really don't want to walk in and guarantee nobody will talk to me by my outfit.

I do own a floor-length, irridescent, rainbow-colored, fake-lizard-skin dress and a yellow boa.  The dress was for a New Year's Eve party that later became a pajama party.  I still can't really remember why I was compelled to buy it. I've had it for about six years and the only time I wore it was when I tried it on. I really don't even know if it fits.  The boa is from my bachelorette party - almost five years ago.  The boa I've worn lots of times, natch.  Boas are versatile accessories, no?  I'm thinking if I just taped a giant "DON'T" sign to my back and combed my bangs to look like Renee Zellweger, I could have an easy costume. 

The other option is just to put rocks in my pockets and go as Virginia Woolf.