I know we’re taking some time off from each other, but I heard this and couldn’t help but think of you:

The sexiest man alive

This is probably 10 years old, but it tugs at my heartstrings every time. Suck on that Bradley Cooper…Let the romance begin!

We’re still debating Word of the Week so we’re taking a Halloween intermission.

I’m going to throw your world off it’s axis and go on the record as not being a big Halloween fan. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve kind of hated today. My costume ingenuity gets a giant FAIL. And please don’t come at me with “…But you’re so creative!”, because that just makes me want to poke your eyes out with the lame-ass witch’s hat I just made out of cardboard and Scotch Tape. She’s crafty!

And then there’s the whore issue. I’m not sure when it became OK for girls and women to use Halloween as a chance to display their inner hooker, but when Party City is sold out of “Sexy Spongebob”, I’m calling bullshit. Keep it your pants, ladies. Just because it’s Halloween it’s still illegal to take your love to town, mmmkay?

My best Halloween costume to date was when I dressed up as my boss. I used to work for an extremely overweight recovering cocaine addict. A 450 lb. Kenny Rodgers. What he lacked in poise and managerial brio, he more than made up for in accessories. He liked to wear gigantic turquoise and silver rings and bracelets – multiples at a time. Like this would somehow distract you from the gun holster (true story…). There were also Hawaiian shirts. Lots and lots of Hawaiian shirts. More power to him for having his own sense of style – Santa Fe Malefactor? Beach-Blanket Douche-bag?

I was going to a party given by a work friend where other work friends would be attending so I thought I was going to NAIL IT with this. And I did, but the account hostesses dressed as a Playboy Bunny and a Naughty Kitten  got significantly more attention. What can I say – It’s REALLY not my holiday.

I’m hoping beyond hope that I don’t pass on my disdain for Halloween to my kiddo. He has worn his Tom Brady costume, helmet and all, going on three days now. He’s probably handling the ball better than the actual Tom Brady did yesterday, but I digress…

So stay warm out there tonight, Ladies. Old Man Winter cares not one bit about your I Dream Of Jeannie bare midriff or all the exposed cleavage on Sexy Mrs. Potato Head (True story…). I’ll be cozied up in my Snuggie watching all of you squeeze the last bit of innocence out of an otherwise innocuous Fall day.

PS – Old Spice Guy is the best costume I’ve ever seen. Well done, whoever you are.

I am sooooo Late to the party on this, but I watched The Room this weekend and frankly, I can’t stop thinking about it…The Best/Worst movie I have ever seen. Ever in the history of the world.