Here are the final clues to help you guess our costumes for this Halloween. I know it was hard from this pile of clothes on the floor, but these visual clues should just about do it:

TAKE ONE:

Hummm… ok then, TAKE TWO:

That’s what the Macy’s commercials keep saying. Wow, that’s a long time to be in business and I wish them another 150 yrs for sure, but first, please let them hire better customer service representatives.

On our last visit to the USA, we saw an advertisement for Hilfiger’s shark theme sheets sold at Macy’s, so of course we had to visit, who doesn’t want shark sheets:

Well, on we go, with the trusted iPhone to document it all:

Arriving, all excited:

As it is tradition, if we see something we cannot buy for ourselves, we must at least take a picture:

No, not a Halloween costume!

A few steps away, we find ourselves immersed in the Hannah Montana collection, the most hideous tween grabbing cash idea ever. Frankly I do not seem to understand why she is so popular unless you account for the void left by Lizzie McGuire… Sad really, there should be better role models for young girls. At least Macy’s gets it, they know it’s popular, they know they’ll make a mint by selling it, BUT, they give it the ugliest unfashionablest display and mannequins ever:

Shortly after taking this picture, where Syl was modeling as a real fresh face compared to those cheap tarts (I mean c’mon, a tween with a glitter dress that poses as a model for a porn flick? An unwed mother to be with blue skin and greasy hair?), a rugged heavy smoker’s voice comes from behind and loudly annouces: “You’re not supposed to take pictures in the store”. Of course, being Canadian I didn’t really question the American first amendment with her highness, but I replied with a snarky tone: “You’re also not supposed to charge this much for this crap, but you do anyway!”

We moved on, my need for spending good $$$ on shark sheets at that store totally evaporated. My mom on the other hand, that was another story, she bought, bought and bought some more, well, it was a good sale. I couldn’t resist finishing my photo-essay by borrowing one of her bag as we excited the store and snap this:

But deep down inside, it was more to give the clerk a big fat middle finger in the air as I was hoping she was watching when DR snapped this last shot.

Nothing in the world can bring me back to my Grade School days more these 2 meals:
1. Kraft Dinner
2. Chef Boyardee’s Surprise (I say surprise because who knows what’s really in it)

This morning while grocery shopping, DR exclaimed that he was craving Chef Boyardee! Instant flashback to the 70’s. Me, in Winter, on a off-school day, having lunch with Chef Boyardee, buttered bread and a glass of milk.

Here’s how our lunch went today:

Open Sesame:

Heat Up Goodness:

Yum, with mini-pizzas too???:

I didn’t finish my plate!!! It tasted just as I remembered too.

… on that day:

Here is the rest of the material I need to finish my costume for this Halloween! If you mix it with this, can you now guess?
Next clue coming on Monday…OOOOooooo

Here’s another reason why I’m glad I grew up in the 80’s:

Another fun day with the Zombies.

Getting Ready

DR on the street

At City Hall, half way there

Attack of the commuter

Poor car driver

DR turns religious after walk

Big headache after too much blood consumption

Silly video for a holiday Monday:

Here’s is Floating Skull #2 of 4

And here the wall where all 4 will end up:

Oh, and thanks to DR, I’ve discovered this fun Phosphorus paint that makes the eyes and teeth glow in the dark when we turn off the lights… How fuckin’ fun is that???

At The World’s Biggest Bookstore this afternoon:

Young Woman: … like that time I was out on a date with this guy who was chain-smoking all night and then he wanted me to kiss him goodnight… yeah, right!
Young Man 1: Yeah, I’m not a fan of smooching with an ashtray. What about you, have you ever kissed someone and right in the middle of it you realize you want to back out because of the cigarette taste?
Young Man 2: Yes, but he was a virgin so I continued on
Young Woman: Was it that Russian guy?
Young Man 2: Nope, he was French
Young Man 1: And 16!