I know. I’ll stop with the Halloween talk.
But Scott and I have been brainstorming lately about Halloween costumes. We are thinking about hosting an adults-only Halloween party.
Hopefully in our basement that will hopefully be completed by October. Hopefully.
We are trying to think of costume ideas. You know, because August is the perfect time to think about Halloween.
Me: Ok, what about Mary Poppins and Bert? The kids would get a kick out of us! Maybe I could bark orders at them in a British accent and they’ll listen! Chip chop!
Scott: I have no idea who that is.
Me: Come on! Yes, you do! Chim chiminey…chim chiminey…chim chim char-roo.
Me: Ok, lets do something creepy. Ooooo!! I can get out my wedding dress and we can be a dead bride and groom! You think I can still fit into it? Surely… BEETLEJUICE! YES! You know the part where they rise up in their wedding dress and tux??
Scott: No. You are sick in the head. Why would you want to look dead in your wedding dress? You’re depressing me. You know what? I’m just gunna be a gigolo. What’s his name? Miracle Mike?
Me: Magic Mike? SCOTT! No way!! Would you really dress like that?
Scott: Yeah, you think a construction worker or cop would be better?
Me: You can’t wear that. What would the kids think? And you can’t be answering the door for trick-or-treaters like that either! That is straight up porn-ish. Well…hmmmm…I might send the word out for the neighborhood moms to stop by and take a little looksie. You would have so many moms trick-or-treating here! But what could I be?
Me: No, Scott. No. What about like a German beer couple? I could rock that. We make our own beer. So it makes sense. We can serve our beer!
Scott: And have my friends checking out your boobs?
Me: Like they don’t anyway? Bahahahaa…what about this one! You are such a good dancer, you could totally pull this off! You’re Swayze!!
Scott: I don’t think any one would know who we are. And you can’t dance.
Me: Yeah, I don’t want to make my hair all 80s anyway. Dang, I wish I had her tiny boobs. Oh my gosh! I found it!
Scott: Bahahahaha! YES!
Me: Dude. I was totally kidding. Although, that would be really cheap for us to do. I know! I know! DON FREAKIN’ DRAPER! And I can be Betty Draper!! Eeeeeee!!! Please!!!
Scott: That guy is way too good looking. I can’t be him.
Me: Yeah, I guess I can’t really be Betty Draper either unless I got a wig. Damn. That is such a good one. Yeah, Don Draper is really hot.
Scott: Can’t I just be a gigolo?
Me: No! Hmmm…lemme think. Vampires?
Scott: That is un-original.
Me: Ok…what guy has blonde hair with a dark-haired girl…AH! William and Kate!!! Yes! You kinda look like William! And if I got a longer haired-wig. YES!
Scott: Lemme see that. I don’t look like him! Am I going bald?
Me: And we could talk in British accents all night! HA! I love it!
Scott: Maybe…yeah, I could be William.
Me: Hey look, we’ll look like this at the end of the night. Bahahaha
Scott: I’ll think about it. William or gigolo.