Thanksgiving Eve marks the return of Steve, the homicidal and perverted Christmas Elf. Steve likes to carry knives.
He also enjoys hanging around the bathroom, giving everyone stage fright with his cheerful, vacant grin. Von speculated last year that Steve and the tooth fairy engaged in some casual sex as well. Here's the old post-
We found him yesterday hanging around here-
It's kind of a pain in the ass. I always forget to move him. I end up remembering when the kids are already awake, so I either have to smuggle the elf somewhere else, under my shirt or I have to call attention to the fact that he did not move and declare him to be a "complete lazy fuck".
But I'm not here today to tell you of my elf problems. I'm here to talk about my outfit. Actually, my favorite sweater.
Guess what? B hates that too. Bag, water bottle..it never ends.
I put my favorite sweater, which is actually more of a short sleeved sweater tunic, on when we were getting ready to go see a friend and his family on the day after Thanksgiving.
B exclaimed from the bed, "What the hell are you wearing! You look like someone from The Planet of the Apes!"
I explained that I was cold as well as, lacking in cardigans because my other ones had all worn out.
B was understanding of my predicament, but stated he would not allow me to go to his friends house dressed like Dr Zeus.
I took the sweater off and promised him that I would dress more like his mother next time. (It's not directed at you, P, I love your style-all the barbs are directed towards your son, as always)
|Here is me|
|I don't know if I see much of a resemblance|
I will admit, I was secretly delighted. You see, my friend Heather was told recently, that her outfit looked "old school Star Trek" and I was a bit jealous.
No reason to be now.
I wonder if people think that there is a Comic Con in town whenever Heather and I go out togther.
(BTW-Heather has an awesome new blog called "It's Your Mirror" over there on my blog list. Go read it.)
In the end, I wore a shawl out that day. But, as with everything B dislikes of mine, his disapproval has kindled a deep love in my heart for the Dr Zaius sweater.
Perhaps it will motivate him to get me some kick ass cardigans for Christmas.
The only drawback is, whenever I put the Dr Zaius on, that Simpson's song plays in my head all day.
I guess it's a small price to pay to look so awesome.