His Costume<\/b>
\nA couple of weekends ago our church had its annual Harvest Party. One of the activities every year is a costume contest. <\/p>\n
Well, I am a slacker. I didn’t really talk<\/i> about the costume contest all that much. Therefore no one asked for help with his costume. My laziness truly knows no bounds.<\/p>\n
When we got there costume-less, my oldest son decided that he wanted to be in the costume contest. <\/p>\n
He walked over to where the judging was taking place.<\/p>\n
He told them that he wanted to enter.<\/p>\n
It was patiently explained to him that to be judged in the costume contest one actually had to be wearing a costume. The folks running the judging kindly pointed out to him that the jeans, t-shirt and hoodie he was sporting didn’t really count.<\/p>\n
Oh, but he insisted that he was<\/b> wearing a costume.<\/p>\n
They asked him what he was dressed as. He replied, <\/p>\n
“I’m the employee of the month.”<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" His Costume A couple of weekends ago our church had its annual Harvest Party. One of the activities every year is a costume contest. Well, I am a slacker. I didn’t really talk about the costume contest all that much. … Continue reading ![](\"\/auto_images\/hires\/img08331256043610.jpg\")
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