He Went as a Pencil. I Can't.

So Marcus spent three hours today making a pencil costume. A PENCIL. Because he’s a graphic designer and apparently that means he has to dress as office supplies for Halloween. He cut up a pink foam pool noodle for the eraser part and everything.

He Went as a Pencil. I Can’t.

Meanwhile I’m over here looking actually cute as a black cat (classic, but effective), and my boyfriend is walking around looking like he raided a Staples store. The worst part? He’s SO proud of it. He keeps asking people if they ‘get it’ and explaining the design process behind his foam eraser hat.

But honestly? Watching him get this excited about crafting something ridiculous from scratch is kind of adorable. Even if I have to be seen in public with a human writing utensil. This is what love looks like, people - standing next to a six-foot pencil at a Halloween party and pretending you’re not mortified.

Happy Halloween from the cutest cat and the nerdiest pencil in Chapel Hill!