When I was a kid, I was a ghostbuster on Halloween for about five years straight. More than anything I wanted the authentic proton pack, fully equipped with a particle thrower, trap, etc. But instead my mom took the "creative" route and made a ghostbusters costume for me--a book bag, with a telephone cord, attached to a paper towel roll.
A book bag, a telephone cord and a paper towel roll. That was my costume. Really.
Over Thanksgiving I opened up the Big Ern family archives, showed my mom a picture of me in the costume and asked for an explanation:
Big Ern: Mom, were we poor or something when I was a kid?
Mom: Haha...yeah, sort of.
3 comments:
YES! That's just brilliant work on you mom's part. If she had any idea what kind of spending machine you would turn into, I'm sure she would have splurged for the full on costume.
She tried to teach you a lesson, but you of course went the opposite direction. Exhibit A: NBA Jam Arcade.
Dude yeah right. NBA Jam was the greatest decision I ever made.
My biggest life regret is that I didn't take your suggestion and do the "suck it" sign while walking across the stage at graduation.
I feel better knowing I am not the only one who has noticed the spending problem.
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