Station decided to play a number game with me today and said that I have to guess what the significance of the number was. He then said the number 17. I didn't understand. Is that a football player? How could I know that? Finally he said that it was how many days it had been since I had posted. So here I am, posting.
This December {friend} held the Handsome Holidays Harry Potter style party. This time I was able to go as a couple with Station. So we talked about what we wanted to be, and Station, not being a Harry Potter lover, said that he wanted to be Hagrid. Alright that means that I can be Madame Maxine. Perfect. Then he started talking about how excited he was about acting gay all night long. What? Hagrid wasn't gay. Hagrid? no. Dumbledore. Right. Darn. Who can I be?
Finally I decided that I could be Professor Mogonigal. Old and dowdy. Got it. We decided to the Deseret Industries to find our outfits. Our first attempt was rather limp, only coming out with a robe for Station. So we decided to go to another one and hit the jackpot. The D.I. is always the place to go for any sort of uncomfortable situations. Men trying on women's shoes, not laughing about it. People yelling at each other. "if your {family member} was homeless, I am sure that they would look like that". Not so much spacial awareness. Although, amongst all the wild ways, we were able to find two, yes two, velour long black dresses. The glory of the nineties. Along with that I was able to find a nice green button up dress that was perfect for a robe for my outfit. Now for Station's beard. {brother} was a wizard long ago and had fashioned a beard out of a wig. The problem is that Station is blessed with a large cranium so squeezing into the wig became a problem which involved my mother's engineering skills and some bald spots, he finally made it into it.
While he was doing that, I was running around boiling chocolate in the microwave, which is a big no-no in case anyone was wondering, so that I could make some goofy chocolate frogs. We also decided that we would try to make some Butter Bear. I wont even get into that. Gross. Besides that it was a fun night and turns out I am pretty good at grabbing a paper bag with my mouth that is on the floor while balancing on one leg.
{thinking about what to do while playing live chess}
{couldn't just keep the dress down}
{she is pregnant, and had to be pushed to get the bag, poor baby, makes me claustrophobic}
{eating our meal of meat, salad, and lots of chocolate}
