. . . Sarah Palin!
No, really. I found some add-in bangs and just pulled my hair into a twist. My glasses are enough like hers. Now, if I can get that nasal accent just right! “Yay Phillies! Oops . . . that’s Pittsburgh, right?” *GRIN*
Do you think people will notice the diff between MY wardrobe and the one she’s not wearing . . . nah. Or that I’m fat? Nah! It’ll be funny.
If I can find a “Moose” T-shirt, I mean.
I still might haul out the cape and go as Sister Mary Discipline.
Mama is having so much pain (burning in her lungs, digestive tract pain, nausea, leg and back pain, etc.) that we think it’s the new medicine (Advair and an anti-yeast pill that she dissolves under her tongue after the Advair). Hope we don’t have to spend the Trick-or-Treat night at the E. R. with all the people who got into trouble bobbing for apples. She asks for your Good Thinks.
And now, Witchy Women On Film!
If I could look like one of THEM . . . that’d be the ticket.