If I already look like a ghost, do I still have to dress like one?

Last night, in an attempt to make sure all my joints are still working as they should at the ripe age of 25, Luba invited the fiancee and I along with Megs and Big and Luba's fiancee over to her house for dinner. Seeing as though I can throw a rock and hit Luba's house from my own, I figured, what-the-hell. Besides, I am sure my couch and my bed appreciated the time off.

At first, I thought, "I have been wearing these sweat pants for 3 days. But I am sure nobody will notice one more evening." Somehow, a bit of my old self kicked in and I mustered up the energy to throw on jeans, a ribbed turtleneck and a fleece. As I headed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, my next thought was "Good Lord! Tomorrow night, children everywhere are going to be spending hours on make-up to look like this....to look like death. I should at least spend 5 minutes to look not-so dead." I think I may have beat my own record time at prepping to get ready. A little bronzer, a little more, chapstick and done. Nice!

Tonight, I am thinking I am going to get plenty of compliments on my costume. Just so you know, I am really not wearing one. But I am almost positive I will be mistaken as the ghost of Halloween past. I am back to my death look. It seems to be working well for me.

Happy Halloween!