Most days you will find me up to my thighs in boxes, but every once in a while I take a much needed break. Per wit: I had a fantastically fine time at Dave and Diane Legg’s Halloween Party. One cheap blonde wig askew, a black leather jacket and skinny jeans tucked into vintage army boots and I truly was one tough mother (lipstick! eye liner! nail polish!). Further emboldened by black lights, fine company and the elixir of youth (primary ingredient—vodka), I danced all night. Ten days later, my fifty three year old knees are still pissed off.