Here we are in all our Halloween finery. Ben wanted to be a scary zombie, only he wouldn't wear the mask and we didn't paint his face so he's probably only mildly terrifying. Zack wanted to be a vampire. Then he upped it to a vampire/pirate/rock star. He ditched the vampire and went for pirate/rock star. We have a lot of pirate accessories but he wanted none of them. It seems like he would care more, but he didn't. Noah's original idea was to be a rich hobo. I know, that doesn't even make sense. Then he wanted to be a hobo who wants bacon. I know, what the heck? I really don't get 10 year old humor. I finally talked him into being a hippie. We went to the DI and he picked out this blouse (his word, not mine) and vest. Add the gigantic afro and he didn't give his beloved hobo idea another thought.
Matt & I were 1970s detectives. Matt's sweet 'stache cracks me up--although in real life it was pretty disturbing. I am wearing very high shoes so I look like some kind of amazon women which is one of many reasons I hate this picture of me. I was going to crop myself out of it, but I am swallowing my pride so that I can illustrate the tragedy of my hair. When I left our house I had a pretty darn good Farrah Fawcett feather going on. By the time we got to Ken's it was totally flat. I NEVER have that problem. NEVER. It bugged me so much that when we got home from the party I re-curled my hair and made Matt put on his costume again so we could get a picture. This is still not as good as it was and I have no evidence otherwise, but my hair does look a little bigger. This is not the first time my hair has let me down.
Anyway, the party was lots of fun and all night long I got to laugh at this:
Matt & I were 1970s detectives. Matt's sweet 'stache cracks me up--although in real life it was pretty disturbing. I am wearing very high shoes so I look like some kind of amazon women which is one of many reasons I hate this picture of me. I was going to crop myself out of it, but I am swallowing my pride so that I can illustrate the tragedy of my hair. When I left our house I had a pretty darn good Farrah Fawcett feather going on. By the time we got to Ken's it was totally flat. I NEVER have that problem. NEVER. It bugged me so much that when we got home from the party I re-curled my hair and made Matt put on his costume again so we could get a picture. This is still not as good as it was and I have no evidence otherwise, but my hair does look a little bigger. This is not the first time my hair has let me down.
Anyway, the party was lots of fun and all night long I got to laugh at this:
