NOPE. NOT HAPPENING.
Besides, the .2 seconds that I actually considered going and tried to make cow costumes with garbage bags and sharpies was just a hot mess. Actually, just a mess. There was nothing hot about trying to cut arm holes and/or scribble spots with dry Sharpies. Ugh. I get the angry sweats just thinking about it!
BUT! I found a solution for this year! It's called, "having your sister-in-law text you to come to Chic-Fil-A because she made you cow ears and spots out of vinyl!" And throwing your pride out the window along with that bikini body because you can go through the drive-thru! Oh, and being accompanied by these cuties.

I guess the real reason for this post is to say this:
Sorry, Chris.
Thank you, Kami!
Also... do you think they'll recognize my outfit when I go back to get a free shake tonight? (pride-- where are you?!)
Happy

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