Ween. Halloween.

I think I am too old to dress up for Halloween. I kinda don't want to. On the other hand, dressing up means one less day I have to wear business clothes to work. I kinda don't like business clothes. I find it difficult to wear shoes on a regular basis, much less the whole corporate getup.

At my office, HR made a point of letting everyone know that if you're going to dress up, you have to really dress in costume, you can't just wear sweats and be a punk and say 'oh I'm a casually dressed comfortable employee' on Halloween. So there goes my plan.

Plan B: Dog the Bounty Hunter.

All I really need is an awesome mullet wig with beads and a wicked attitude. Check and check.

Surely this will be better than last year when I was an emo poptart.

That's me on the far right, obvi.