News from afar: Tampa

I love my sister. We have similar tastes in humor and we are both suckers for a well-turned phrase. Here's an excerpt from a recent email:

We're going to a Halloween party this Saturday, so I finally dragged Hubby to the cheapie costume store. Being the sex-deprived, testosterone-laden guy he is, he immediately gravitated to the "adult" section and the Slutty Female Costumes Wall of Shame (nurse, cheerleader, French maid, blah, blah, blah).

I explained that despite (or maybe because of) a near-20 lb weight loss, I'm flatter-chested than a 10-yr old boy, which tends to kill the whole French Maid vibe.

I finally settled on a fun, non-form-fitting Lucy Ricardo costume (after all, it's one of our favorite shows on TV Land, and he's stated many times that he thinks Lucille Ball was a comedic genius). I showed it to Hubby, and he started whining in protest.

I said, "But I thought you liked Lucy..."

To which he replied - at full volume with a dozen children within earshot -

"I LOVE Lucy! But I don't wanna F*%K Lucy!!!"

Message received. Happy Halloween, indeed.

Indeed!
:)