Sisterhood of the Traveling Fugs

Amber Tamblyn, Halloween isn’t for weeks yet! And while it’s very flattering to see that you’ve decided to go as me circa the fifth grade, you’ve forgotten the Cabbage Patch Kid (named, if I can recall correctly, Aurora Borealis or something of that ilk), my practically endless supply of novelty pencils (most of which smelled like cinnamon) and whatever book I’d brought along to entertain me at whatever fancy boring grown-up event I was apparently attending (Harriet the Spy, probably).  Thank goodness you’ve got time to address this!