A few months ago my husband got a new job at a different company. They have quarterly gatherings for all the employees, so we went to one last night.

It was a costume party. Not the kind where if you wear a costume no one looks at you funny, but more like, put some thought into a good costume or don’t bother walking in. Most people obliged.

We had a blast, but on the way home I told him there was one pitfall: From now on, if he mentions someone from work and I can’t picture him or her, he’s going to have to add, “the one in the bunny outfit,” “the dead woman in the moss,” “Cruella De Vil,” etc.

Cruella, by the way, ranks 14th on the Forbes Fictional 15.

And I told the hostess I am so copying her dead woman look for next year. (Already have the pirate wench thing going this year.)

This post originally appeared on ourMidland.com, the online home of the Midland (MI) Daily News. Republished with permission.