Heat Miser & Crystal

Heat Miser.

Your lovable little Nomy has been shopping for the dreaded Halloween party she is going to tonight. God, the things I'll do for a little lovin' from the layyydeeees. I disgust me. Really. I do.

Anyway. I'm going as Mr. Heat Miser. Remember him? From the Christmas cartoons with Mr. Frost? My friends, back in the day, all used to call me that because of my hair. And now that I have the style, sort of, again, I am actually going to embrace my inner Heat Miser.

Let me just go and find a link for that thar link bar. Phtt. Screw that. Lemme see if I can figure out how to put 'im right in the text.

[img]http://merryho-ho.8m.com/specials/heatmisr.jpg[/img]

Ok. It may not work. Bear with me. I'll figger it. Swear.

Anyway. So I got the hair color to add to the already miser-ish hair. Green pants. A red shirt and these wicked bad red boots! I think my orthotics might even fit inside. Hope so or I'll be whining all night.
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Crystal.

Nope. Decided not to tell you. No bad reason. Just feel like I'm in high school.

Right. I'm dressing up for a Halloween party and telling you about this girl is making me feel like the bigger dork.

Sheesh. How do you all stand me?

HAR!