SIDENOTE: oh, what'd you be for halloween? fat.

• Tough week at the office last week, which left limited time for competing in the office's Biggest Loser Club.  Any free time I found was to chat with friends about how fat we're getting (seems to be the cool thing to do).  I got a voicemail on Friday morning that said "Just wanted to call and let you know I'm a heffer.  It's no joke - the scale said so." Another friend told me she was going to be a tub of lard for Halloween, I said it was weird because I was going as a cow.  Got home to another belated birthday present from Missy - UnderArmour workout gear.  read: "Happy belated birthday ... Fatty."
• For the past few days it's been difficult to decipher who was in their Halloween best, and who was wearing their Sunday best.  Every day is Halloween in NYC.
• Speaking of which, I managed to pull together my Halloween costume before last night.  With a group of Barbies in tow, I went as Molly, The American Girl.  If you're from my generation - you know what I'm talking about.  Girls these days; I tell ya.  They can create these dolls to look exactly like them and then schedule a tea party and spend hundreds on new, cool outfits. When I was your age, I had only a few American Girl doll options.  You got the colonial chick (Felicity), the pioneer girl (Kirsten), the rich bitch (Samantha), the slave (Addy) or the nerd with glasses (Molly).  I choose Molly because she had brown hair like mine (and glasses) and everyone else was getting Samantha (I'm no follower). Samantha came with a four post bed, butler, parlour and fur mink cuffs.  Molly had glasses and a dad away at war.  In retrospect, bad choice.
• Anyways, dressed in my 12-year-old finest, I managed to slip down a flight of stairs at the bar last night (vintage doll in tow).  I'm not talking "legs out from under you" slip down a few steps.  I'm saying it was a "I would have called in a stunt double if on set" tumble.  Apparently I "very gracefully" took two full flips before landing on my head with my legs in the air.  Looks like the next few days are going to be a classic case of "guess where that bruise came from".
• Left with a lot of candy from the minimal amount of apartment trick-or-treaters (poor kids). Get this stuff out of here, because seriously ...  my jeans are too tight.  The kind of tight when you can totally zip them up but know that even after a long, hot shower - you're still going to emerge with the seams imprinted down your thighs.  Seriously, you know what I'm talking about.  Since I'm good at prolonging holidays (ehmm, my birthday), I'm going to try to ride out this Halloween thing and try dressing up as skinny for the next few months.

Hoping this Halloween parade quiets down soon! 
Weekend. over. 




-HMOH