I went to a costume party the day after Halloween.
Here I am trying to look vaguely old-timey and spooky.
It was a party for grown-ups.
Of which I am one. A grown-up, I mean.
Not that you could tell it from the way I snickered when the hostess tried to show us a serious movie and someone kept making shadow puppets on the screen.
Like, alligator hands eating the credits, the ever-popular bunny ears, and my favorite: the random finger up the nose shadow. I giggled uncontrollably at all of these.
But I am an adult.