We’re on 48 hours notice here at Lally towers. Lovely lad has been invited to a fancy dress party at a fellow dudes house. Party will include watching Doctor Who and food. What more could a 13 year old boy want? I am informed that there will be girls too!!! Heck I feel old, especially as it doesn’t finish until 10 which is my bed time plus, no wine for me cos I’ll be on the pick up. Harrumph.
So what must I do in the interim? Make the gosh darned costume is all. He wants to go as Tron. Don't ask.
I have been presented with a small plastic guy with clear instructions to paint his decals onto a black shirt that I had to first track down. Everything has short sleeves and I struggled to find the prescribed long sleeved crew necked black t shirt. Needless to say I found one in gap (25% off) but then forgot to get the salad and chicken for Sunday. Don’t worry readers because I will have to go back and get a birthday gift for this chap, I am informed.
All this because, and they were listed for me, I have made so many dress ups for him in the past. Culminating in the Hulk T shirt recently.
I only do it dear readers because the thought of paying 39.99 for a toys r us slash comic book shop version makes me want to puke. So for less than a tenner T is Tron and I get to have a dry Saturday. It’ll do me good, I’ll be so full of beans on Sunday that the garden won’t know what hit it.