what's wrong with that pillow?

we were living by the lake so i couldn't have been 12 yet, but i think it was the last year we were there, which would make me close to that. like, probably 11. i was an active girl scout -- yet another in the litany of activities that went by the wayside when we moved. that year, the troop was hosting a halloween party. we'd spent a voluminous amount of time planning the decorations, the food, the entertainment. it was gonna be great. for myself, i had this stellar devil costume - red leotard and tights, red tulle skirt, some sort of red glittery hair thing. i had a vague idea that it was sexy, but didn't really understand. anyway, this party was going to be spectaculous. at least, that was the plan. the reality was that i contracted an intestinal virus and spent that halloween alternately puking and sleeping.