Before you start reading this post, you need a warning:
We are really weird.
Sorry in advance.
Josh has one of the greatest (but also the strangest) senses of humor in the world.
As for me, I'm just weird.
We've been planning Charlie's Halloween costume for weeks.
Well, it wasn't much of a costume.
We just wanted to buy some of that colored hairspray and turn Charlie into a fox.
No big deal, right?
Epic tail fail.
It was basically a sticky gooey mess (that's what she said)
. . . so instead we just turned him into the world's cutest Irish Settler.
See what I did there?
Now, before you start thinking we are losers who sit around and play dress up with their dog, hold that thought.
We also played about 20 rounds of dress up ourselves for Halloween.
I started off as a hippie for work.
. . . then we sat around dressed as pitiful adults waiting on all
398409283409328 zero of the trick-or-treaters who came by.
After that, I worked pretty hard ironing on the logos for our initial Halloween costume (with my curling wand because we are losers who don't own an iron. We are steamer folks, ok?)
German Guts contestants.
Remember Guts? The greatest Nickelodeon kids game show of all time?
Sorry Double Dare and Legends of the Hidden Temple, Guts had The Crag.
Oh, and it is correctly pronounced Goooots.
We decided that was a little bit too weird, so we opted for a little less weird (which I think, ultimately was still too weird)
Well, no one else did.
We went to a nearby bar and entered 100% confident we would win the $1,000 costume contest.
We left full of shame and defeat.
Our first red flag was after a foreign man walked up to me and said "as-salam alaykum"
Not the look we were going for.
Josh immediately took off his shepherd garment and sadly whispered to me "I've never been around so many people who don't understand my humor."
It was a Halloween for the books, I tell ya.
Maybe next year we won't require strangers to think so hard in order to understand our costumes.