I don't even remember my favorite Halloween memory. I was in a blackout state, so thankfully Chuck photographed the crime scene. I'd gone as something pant-less, though the exact title of the costume escapes me. I might have been a Walk of Shame. My hair was messed up, smeared lipstick, oversized men's button up mis-buttoned up.
I'd stumbled into the duplex, grabbed a handful of leftover Halloween candy and went to bed. I propped myself up on a pillow and bulimia'd all over the candy, cramming it into my face all while unwrapping the next piece.
Chuck had been at work and when he got home, I was still sitting up with wrappers all over my stomach and the light on. As he reached down to clean them up I woke long enough to say:
* I had to crop the photo for decency sake, since I'm wearing a sweatshirt sans pants, and unfortunately that meant cropping out most of the candy debris. Ah well, you get the idea. Fun Fact: I'm wearing that same sweatshirt right now!