This year for Halloween, I am a zombie. A sleep-deprived, stressed out, bagel-eating zombie. Scary.
Mr. P, on the other hand, is an award-winning ‘sexy’ cheerleader. After I convinced him that cross-dressing is an acceptable Halloween tradition, he stunned his office by wearing my old cheerleading costume to a party, and proceeded to take Second Place for Best Costume.
Which is funny, because he doesn’t even have pom-poms. But Mr. P does has great legs…
