I convinced my friend Elizabeth to be Schroeder for Halloween! Is that awesome, or is that awesome? The Halloween party we attended was on Saturday, so at the time it was 48 days until Beethoven’s birthday, but I have corrected this for accuracy today.
Perhaps you are thinking, “I don’t remember Schroeder wearing an expression of blank yet homicidal rage.” Well, initially Elizabeth was smiling adorably. “No,” I corrected her, “Schroeder isn’t smiling! His expression is one of pride!” So she gave me Pride Demon. That girl has old-fashioned sass.
I wasn’t musically costumed, myself, but I’m so proud of it that I’m going to share it with you all the same:
That’s right — I’m the buttered cat paradox. I know, I know, I just reached the level of super known as duper. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.