The obvious: not my thing.

One of the HR girls at work was dressed as a prison warden today – Warden is her last name.

Until that moment, 30 years, four months, and 20 days into my life, it had never occurred to me that I could dress up as a baker for Hallowe’en. And I even own a big, floppy chef’s hat.

Sheesh.

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