Today the man and I went on a hunt for Halloween costumes.

Let me preface this by saying that in the grand scheme of things, I am not a big fan of Halloween.  And that may be an understatement.

We began the day lazily, and the man even surprised me by suggesting we go to Starbucks for some coffee and a breakfast sammie.  I used to always get a little snack at Sbux, but for the past few years, I try to abstain, because the nearly 300 calorie Chai Tea seems to me to be quite enough use of nearly 1/4 of my daily caloric goal. So it was a nice treat that he A. suggested Sbux (as he’s not an addict such as myself) and that B. we enjoyed breakfast & clean up was crumpling up a bag and tossing in the garbage.

However, looming in the background of the day was the knowledge that we would be journeying to a party this evening, where I would know no one, and I would have to arrive in costume.  Yuck.  (I think the Sbux was an olive branch, and the man’s way of getting me in a good mood, so he wouldn’t have to spend the day with a grumpy anxiety stricken version of me).

After breakfast, and some preliminary googling of costume ideas, we hit the road with a pretty good idea of what we were looking for.

It’s not what we got.

And while we went out on the mission with the express idea of hunting down our costume, what we ended up doing was gathering bits and pieces to put together a costume (well, for the man anyway).  And we’re both pretty excited about it!

The idea of hunters and gatherers had come up earlier in the day when conversing about the man’s j.o.b. (shhh! don’t it too loudly on the weekend!) It’s better, I’ve been told, to be hunter.

As we are about to walk out the door, my entire though process on the hunter gatherer phenomenon will have to be addressed later.  Needless to say, I’m off to a party dressed up as a fairy tale character.  Any guesses?