Halloween: Part WTF of OMG

It all started like a perfectly normal day. I woke up, got dressed in something nice and loose and comfortable. Threw on a scarf and leggings because those are my staples. Some glasses for the sun in my eyes and out I went.

doo-di-doo-doo-doooo

For Hal things were the same. He woke up, pulled on a pair of his favorite jeans followed by one his favorite tee-shirts. Pulled on the Marc Jacobs windbreaker I found for him in the 50% off bin at Barneys a few years back (seriously how BIG is that score? Huge, right?) and off he went outside and on with his day.

La-di-da-di-daaaaaah

Until... something curious happened. I don't remember much save for a FLASH of white light.

BOOM WHITE LIGHT EVERYWHERE LIKE FREAKY FRIDAY WHOA!!!

Hal?

Bec?

Are you there?

Yeah, you?

I'm alive, Hal. What the fuck just happened?

And then? He looked at me.

"OH MY GOD, BEC! You're wearing my clothes! And my non-existent hair and my face!"

"What, you mean, this?"

I grabbed for my face, turned toward Hal and saw... well - I don't even need to tell you who I saw:

"Hal! You look just like..."

"You?"

"Surprise!"

"I love cheese*."

"WHAT THE... ?" I howled. "You're in my tunic, you BASTARD!"

"How did we..."

"I have no idea."

"Oh GOD! It's like Freaky Friday up in this bitch?"

"Freaky Saturday, more like!"

The truth was? Being Hal was kind of... comfortable.

Baggy jeans. Air Jordan high-tops. Cover Girl lips. Not a bad way to roll.

"Fuck it. Let's just live this way for the rest of the day. It is Halloween."

"Do you think the kids will be weirded out?"

"Probably."

"Are you okay wearing my leggings?"

YES! I mean, NO! I mean...

"Eh, I don't mind."

"Should I call you, Bec?"

"Sure, Hal. Nice bald head!"

"Thanks. Nice... ball..s."

Naturally, the kids were a bit WTF'd out for an hour or so. Archer wanted "mommy to be mommy again" and Fable tried to pull Hal's head of hair off his head.

"But it's Halloween! By tomorrow we will be back to our usually scheduled selves! Promise!"

About an hour or so later, the kids adapted and were totally cool:



That night at the party, Hal got SO many dude's phone numbers. He was literally pushing them away.

Obviously.

Who wouldn't want to hit this?

I sure's hell would.

And later that night? I totally did.

"hey, sugar tits."

"I love Nerds Rope.**"

But not before I took the following photograph which will hereby reside as my screensaver from now until eternity:

(click to enlarge.)

(that's what she said.)

(I mean... he. )

(I mean... us.)

Sorry, guys. When my wife drinks she gets so damn slutty.

<3

GGC

*I love cheese.

** Hal loves Nerds Rope

***We have fun.