usually my Halloween costume is set in stone by mid-June. This year, I was lost. I had no clue. My husband and I were perusing the thrift stores on Haight. He had his eye on 7-inch patent leather stilettos. I, on the other hand, was mesmerized by this flaming red wig. I still was unsure on what to do with it. My husband suggested I be Peg Bundy. I guess that was an easy enough costume, so I went for it. How did I do?
My husband grew a pervy moustache and decided to be Saddam Hussein. Together, we were the power couple. Don't you think?
