This Halloween, I had no desire to don a wig and / or go somewhere dark and do tequila shots and dance to Monster Mash until I died. All I felt like really doing was being one of those grown ups who hides inside with soft pants and Pinot Noir and over-compliments the occasional trick or treaters on their costumes (note: I received NONE. Oh well.) Morrison and I found the middle ground between College halloween and Why Don’t you just Give Up you are Old. We were a punny couple, inspired by Wit and Things found in our Closets.

A Civil Engineer:

SEE? HE’S SO NICE!

And Reverse Cowgirl:

SEE? MY CLOTHES ARE ON BACKWARDS! (MOTHER, DON’T WORRY ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS. JUST DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.)

We had some dinner, saw a show, had a stroll just before the rain came in. Please note that by 10:30 PM were were on the couch watching a scary-ish movie and eating massive amounts of mini snickers bars.  I have no hangover or glitter in my nose. Arguably one of the best Halloweens ever.