I started assembling Smith's epic Halloween costume over the weekend. And caused myself permanet scarring in the form of a golf ball sized blister on the most appropriate finger on my left hand. Okay, fine. I'm exaggerating. More than slightly. It's only the size of a pencil eraser, but damn if that shit didn't hurt like I had stuck my hand inside an oven for oh, about 3 hours. I am the biggest p*ssy.
I know I teased a little on Instagram this weekend, but dolls this costume, along with the FAMILY of costumes we have going this year is of epic proportions. Not necessarily the scale or whatthefuckisthatshit of it, but more because it's awesome. And highly appropriate. On a million and one levels. And this may just be my Bomb.com Mom of the Year moment because it's getting crafted like a mutha. I know. I KNOW! I say it all the time. These Pinterest assholes make me feel like the dog shit on the bottom of your shoe sometimes, but my God. I will do it and it will be AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (said in your best DJ Lance Rock voice of course).
Last year little man was Superman. Only because he wouldn't / couldn't / didn't tollerate anything on his head. Do you know how limiting Halloween costumes are (especially for boys) that don't include some kind of head piece?
|faster than a speeding bullet (of poop...)|
Epic dolls. Epic. Just wait. Hold your pretty drawers tight. This might actually make me Pinterest worthy!