We are waking up from our sugar coma, and I am also stressing about the lack of chocolate in the boy's loot from last night. I count on that chocolate to get me through to the New Year. I blame the tight economy on all those Sweet Tarts.
The boy went as Tony Stark... a.k.a. "Iron Man."
"I am Iron Man."
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In the Avengers movie, Tony describes himself as a "genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." All good things... minus the "playboy" part. I am - after all - still Iron Man's momma.
I told the boy he should consider a real goatee one day when that facial hair hormone starts working correctly. If an eyeliner beard and moustache look that good, imagine what real hair can do.
Go pick up the jack-o-lanterns and fake spiderwebs, friends. Thanksgiving is right around the corner, and you haven't finished Christmas shopping.
Happy November!
1 comment:
I have to be honest, I'm not a facial hair kinda girl but I think he can pull it off. Look out ladies, "the boy" is on the prowl!
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