Happy Halloween 2018

Boss: There’s going to be an organization run on the 31st.
Me: Cool.
Boss: You’re allowed to wear costumes, but nothing inappropriate.
Me: . . .
Boss: (looking right at me) No sexy nurses or stuff like that
Me: I’m dressing up as a sexy nurse!

Apparently word that I planned on dressing up got out. Rumors spread left and right about what I would be wearing. So much so, that my boss’s counterpart felt he needed to lecture me. I just smiled politely the whole time. Funny enough, my boss never felt the need to say a word.

I ended up dressing up as a cat for my actual costume. It felt really good to surprise everyone for the run this morning though. Sometimes I think people need a reminder that comedy can be clean.

I grew up in Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, México, where people either owned cattle ranches or fruit orchards. Much of my work ethic came from working on Rancho La Mesa (my family’s ranch). That ranch also sparked what grew into my wild imagination. I read somewhere that you should write the story you want to read, and that stuck with me. My writing began in sixth grade, around the time I began learning to type.