As we were living, someone asked E, "Are you a nobody? I'm a nobody too!" and E was thrilled, and said "Yes! I'm (whoever she was. I'd need to ask her to spell it)" and they talked happily about nobodies. I had Dickinson going through my head.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
In fact, I recited it out loud, to my family's intense embarrassment. Apparently the cool moms don't recite poetry at the drop of a hat, but really.. it was too perfect not to.
So her costume, after the robe, relied heavily on packing tape, duct tape, and construction paper. She also decided my so old they were made in England docs were the perfect footwear.
Still not sure what W was, but he had a sword and was happy.
I talked to a local artist about my "I've actually stuck to the gym thing for a year" tattoo. I was planning on Wonder Woman, but couldn't decide precisely on the art. So.. it will be a custom piece. I finally figured it out. A head or bust in semi-profile done in a Mucha style.
Today we watched Lost Boy: The Tribe. Wow.. umm.. it was awful. The comic Reign of Frogs was a whole lot better. I'm still reeling from the badness.
And! Well.. I know I'm not the only fan of corbies. So here's a a couple pics I took Saturday.