"Well yeah, but it's next weekend... And I don't even know where I'd start. Last year..." He was going to say how Anastasia had talked him into the Mad Hatter by making his costume, but he opted not to.
"Last year was hard enough to decide what to be. Plus I can't find half of that costume anymore either." The pants, actually. He was fairly sure he'd tossed the pants into his dresser, but they weren't there anymore.