After a miserable bout of the flu (or something equally icky) I’m feeling more myself. Not 100% mind you, but I am feeling up to a night of karaoke…Halloween style.
After hours of self-reflection, and several rounds of digging through my closets, I decided to be a witch. It’s my “go-to” costume, and my kids say it’s the one day of the year I can show my true self…jerks. Yeah…I’m calling my kids jerks, but they know I love them anyway. And if they were taking bets on what I’d be this year, they would have all won, because they know I almost always fall back on the witch thing. So here I am. Dressed in my costume and ready to go.
As soon as I take some nasal decongestant/cough suppressant. Something that won’t react badly with alcohol. Right…so I’m not taking anything, because I have every intention of drinking at least one alcoholic beverage. And I’ll probably indulge in a few pieces of chocolate while I’m at it. A perfect night out, if you ask me.
Until the next time…I’ll be singing like Elmer Fudd, but enjoying the hell out of it!