What a bunch of great suggestions, friends. I had no idea you had such opinions of me.
Bob Stoops? I don't think so. An exterminator? Very timely. A lawn boy? I'd need some tan-in-a-bottle.
Jim, the quarter note idea was great. I almost went that direction with my own little spin. I thought of dressing in a white sheet, pinning a bunch of reminder notes to it (pick up the dry cleaning, etc.), and holding a long stick in my hand. What would I be?
Sheet music, of course. A white sheet with a staff and a bunch of notes.
But, when Alice is away I fall apart, so I got none of it done. I went as myself. For some reason, a lot of people were disappointed. Maybe that says something about me, too. I'm learning so much.
Now I fear that none of you will ever comment on this blog again since I have so rudely disregarded your input. So, to punish myself, I give you the following.
Wes suggested I go as a cheerleader. What many of you do not know is that Wes and I have indeed been cheerleaders before. And we were pretty hot, too, if I don't say so myself.
However, Wes, I don't know about you but I no longer have the body to pull that one off...