The past few weeks have been anything but normal. The sheer amount of traveling alone makes it different enough, but add the fact that I've, umm, actually had to get dressed for work is something else entirely. My goal this week is to make up for lost time and stay in a pair of yoga pants for 152 hours. Straight.
Last week, while packing for another trip, I was so preoccupied I didn't notice the bag JD laid at my side. Polo dug it out for me and--lo and behold--was his very own costume. And then I died. Happy Halloween from Polo the Pumpkin!
**Sidenote: Seeing how JD refuses to buy/dress/participate in dressing Polo (ever), I think this was a huge step forward...soon I might suggest matching t-shirts and taking a family picture at the beach!**