It's been Thir-Teen. YEARS! since the husband and I went out on a Halloween-kid-free-date.
We were gonna put the roar back into the 20's as a zoot suit gangster and his flapper friend Fee..
(we made up nick names, don't judge.)
So I started the night like this:
Fierce, Right!
We drank, we danced, we even won the cutest couple costume contest!!
Dude, We. Were. WORKIN' IT!!!
Came home at 2 a.m. ...
and
SPLAT!!!
Crashed like kids off a sugar high.
This morning...
yep, that looks like pretty accurate depiction...