Happy Halloween!

It has been mentioned before - I am definitely not the first. Why in the heck are women's Halloween costumes so teeny tiny? Now that fun, sexy, itty bitty attire was great when I was in college (and much skinnier!) But now that I have a real job and have the opportunity to dress up, I just cannot decide what I would throw my butt in to and actually show up to work as. I know - a little late to be thinking about it....the costume will be worn tomorrow.

I went home today at lunch to find my "old" costumes - you know...the ones that I squeezed in to when I was 20 pounds lighter. As I stood there holding them up in front of me and thinking, "how in the hell am I going to fit in to that?" I realized - WHY in the hell do I even want to wear that? Have I become older and wiser? Lame & boring? I think I have. And yikes!

Even when I strolled down Rodeo Drive last week drooling on the fashions in the window, I thought do myself, "do I really want to drop $200 on that shirt or would I rather buy a rug for the house?" I really wanted that shirt, but ironically, I wanted that rug more. What has come over me?

I asked Momma Moore - and she says my priortities have just changed. I think that is just a nice way of saying, "you are getting old." That's just great.....

On the bright side, I don't really care if "my priorities have changed", I guess. I do live in mid-Missouri where only I would have appreciated that $200 shirt, those $700 Jimmy Choos and that Louis Vuitton purse (okay...wait a minute - I neeeeed that Louis Vuitton purse.)

Someone once said - “The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.” I guess if you were with me on Rodeo Drive you would have seen that I have champagne taste but still have that beer budget, love to buy things for my favorite brat (a.k.a Shania) and that a furry rug in my living room suits me more than the Jimmy Choos. And tonight while shopping you would see that hoochy momma costumes just aren't me anymore - well...at least at work. Who knows what I will be prowling around at tomorrow night's Halloween party.... Lord help me if I try to squeeze in to that old witches outfit for devil's costumes. Ouch - my fat rolls!!