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I Finally Look Like I Feel

So today is the day...everyone at work is dressed up for Halloween. Well, the cool people are anyway. :) And I tell you, there are some pretty dang funny costumes. Let me share some with you.
We have your usual number of pirates, skanky dressed girls, witches and dead people. We also have several department themes going on: We have the entire Lord of the Rings cast (complete with an Ent...made from real bark; the guy's like totally a tree!), M&M's, and everyone from Alice in Wonderland. We also have Nascar drivers, some creepy clown people and a few flappers. There is a cavewoman, SuperWoman and how could I forget? Nacho Libre! But my personal favorite would have to be:
Over in Accounts Payable we have an outhouse...Yes, seriously, an outhouse. And if you open her door, you can see the toilet seat and some nice, fluffy toilet paper. She looks so good you'd be tempted to use her...well, if you were in to the whole back woods porta-potty thing instead of the nice, flush toilets down the hall. Oh, but it gets SO much better - her assistant...yeah, well...she's the poop - complete with flies. Oh man do they look hilarious!! I wish I were that creative! I am simply wearing pajamas with my pants tucked into my black socks and my white slippers. And on top of it all is an almost full length, blue, zip-up robe/mumu that I inherited when my Grandmother passed away last year. I ratted my hair and pulled a little bit of it into a messy ponytail with a rad HUGE funky colored scrunchy. And I made sure to put some super dark eyeshadow under my eyes...but the best is the sign on my back: "I finally look like I feel." Should've been an outhouse...that would have been way cooler!

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Jessica said…
And WHY is this post not accompanied with a picture!? I want to see that mumu!

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