Which isn't to say that there's anything wrong with being one, but I've just never leaned in that particular direction. And no one's ever questioned me about it, until some saucy little twelve year old climbed the steps of my porch last night, reached for some candy, saw some costume, and asked if I was a lesbian protesting.
This is what I was wearing:
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| (Yes, that would be Chris slapping me) |
1. I'm poor
2. I'm lazy
3. It's outrageously easy to trace their sign
Plus, that whole uproar thing? So totally two months ago.
Also, I'd just like to put out there that this twelve year old had a little side of sass himself. Picture this: fat kid with glasses in a homemade Easy Mac costume (picture spray painted toilet paper rolls), peering at me over his frames, asking if I was a lesbian, because his parents were very offended.
I *almost* said "no, do you have a girlfriend?" But the odds were in his favor. I did, however, tell him to drop the candy if he was offended (He didn't).
I hate kids.
What I do not hate though? Fat babies in pumpkin costumes, best friends, and lots of food. Oh, and for the record, we had 276 kids come to our house last night (that's like 271 more than ever came to my parents' house!)
I hope everyone had an amazing Halloween :)
