Somehow my husband had convinced my mother (keep in mind,we weren't even engaged yet) to sew him up a clown suit. He scavenged some clown shoes and had what I now recognize to be terrible make-up.
Apart from the make-up, the costume was not that bad. The worst part for him was when he had to urinate-he couldn't reach the drawstring around his neck so he always had to ask for help.
It's hard to be a good clown when you can't be independent about your bathroom needs.
What kind of high praise is it to say that the costume "was not that bad?" The seam construction alone should be marveled at.
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