A bit of an identiy crisis

I seem to have suffered from a case of mistaken identity recently. Perhaps I'm in a state of pondering some of those ethereal questions such as "who am I?","What does this all mean", you know- typical discourse for a 20-something ...either that or it's Halloween and we partied it up with multiple costumes- ahem- let me clarify, AWARD winning costumes.

Perhaps this costume wasn't much of a stretch for me, seeing as I actually do own and routinely sport my periodic table of elements socks and tee, and didn't have to purchase a single item for my nerdy get up. But to my defense, the hot pink pager and neon New Kids on the Block fanny pack are housed in the garage found in a box marked "awkward teenage phase (years 12-current).

There is very little I won't do for a delicious Chipotle burrito, and dressing up like I'm 'on the farm' ranks pretty low on the list. And, for the record, there is very little James WILL do for just about anything or anyone but me. Whatta Guy! He's "udderly" amazing!

Remember way back when, when I mentioned about James not really being a willing participant for,well, just about everything... dressing up like a half a boob and parading around a party all night ranks pretty high on that list. In fact, it's pretty much understood that this would never happen and therefore negates the obligation to even be ON the list, but, low and behold, here is proof. What a couple of boobs! Might I add, that we won a major award for this costume. (Ok, it was a Joann's gift card for most creative costume, but still...)