Halloween, that is. This is the time of year when parties abound and they all require you to wear whiskers, over-sexified versions of otherwise non-sexual things, or, if you’re like Leisel and I and are just looking for an excuse to wear the following: falsh lashes, a pound of makeup and bobby pins, and fringe-y flapper costumes. We basically want to live in that kind of fabulosity everyday, but that’s not the point.
This is also the time of year when I have to deal with this:
And please note in that screenshot how soon these discussions weaseled their way into my life.