Today is International Disturbed People's Day. But I'll get back to that in a minute.
Last night, Yanaj came home from class to find me sitting at our kitchen bar, eating chips and homemade salsa (thank you, excavator). She walked in and gave me this look:
Now, that's not the look I normally get from Yanaj when she gets home. It's the look I get when she sees me and there are no words, lit'rally. Please to enjoy the view from Yanaj's perspective:I don't think there's anything I can say that will add to the story, except to tell you that wearing that costume makes my mouth happy. Even if it's really hot and I had to take it off because I got really sweaty from running and sliding on the floor and I started to feel light headed.
Which brings me back to International Disturbed People's Day...and we've come full circle.
Post-posting update: I was showing this picture to a guy that I work with and telling him how much I love my new costume.
Bone Junior: It's really great except for the triangle on top of the head. It's supposed to stand straight up and it just keeps flopping down.
Co-worker: That's what she said.
I totally walked into that one.