So Heather and I go out shopping for a costume. Big mistake. It turns our there was a reason that my mom just sent me out trick-or-treating in my long superman pj's because those costumes were expensive! Combined $70 for Fred and Wilma! I offer to make the Fred outfit and let her buy the Wilma one just to be nice and she declines because we both know how that was going to end. We even go to Walmart but the closest we can get, unless I'm the devil and Heather is some bizarre sexy milkmaid/little bo-peep, is to be matching bannanas for $30. Sorry, we're not buying what your selling.
What to do, what to do. Depressed and feeling like someone cheapened Halloween by making it so darned expensive (and for once it wasn't freaking Hallmark) we meandered back toward the fabric department. $16 later we've got enough fake leopard fur for two, count-em, two matching caveperson outfits! Four hours, 60 ft. of thread, and two pricked fingers later... Viola! We have costumes. I don't know who the man is, but we just stuck it to him this Halloween. Also, Heather accidentally cut mine so short it makes Britney Spears look modest.