This is me in all my costume finery this year. Who am I supposed to be? No, really, who am I supposed to be? I'm asking you, because I have no idea.
I wanted to go as Marilyn Monroe this year, but costume shops charge a ridiculous amount of money for a see-through white spandex dress. But I had my heart set on being a blonde for Halloween anyway, so here we are.
You know what I realized? Me as a blonde isn't scary at all. In fact, it kind of kicks butt. I'm planning on wearing my $20 polyester wig permanently and writing it into my last will and testament as the sole earner of my inheritance (which, at this point in time, only consists of an antique typewriter and some bobby pins).
With this wig on my head and a black face mask, I feel confident about my plans to overtake - and rule with a dictatorial fist - a small island nation. Fashionably, of course.