“We’re not actually going to dress up, are we?” Charlie asked me.

“What do you mean? Not actually?”

“Aren’t we a little too old for that?” he wanted to know.

“Too old for what? For having fun? Who’s too old for having fun?”

“Costumes and makeup and wigs… ”

“Oh, my!” I said.

“Well, if we’re going to dress up, what are we going as? Are you going to make me do some couple’s matchy-matchy thing.”

I was, but I didn’t need to tell him that yet. I had the feeling that as soon as he caught on to my plan, he’d be fine with the concept. In fact, I was banking on the fact that he might like our outfits so much, he wouldn’t even want to go out to... Read More