Last year my brother had a blog and instructed me NOT to blog about Halloween. Then he got high on Kit-Kat’s and told me to go for it. Then he woke up with a sugar hangover, checked my blog, and sent me a nasty text. I’d HEARD about nasty texts, but frankly I don’t see what the big deal is.
THIS year, my brother does not have a blog. But he does have a flicker account where you can go and see what he spent his Halloween doing. Let’s just say – boys are weird.
Speaking of weird boys – JD took a few photographs, emphasis on FEW.
A bumble bee. One might mistake her for a WORKER bee. Emphasis on MISTAKE.
A Pink Lady. She’s not actually old enough to watch Grease, but I filled her in on all the good parts.
RimFire: I’ve only heard of Rizzo.
Me: Yeah, she’s the mean one. Then there’s Frenchie the hairdresser, uh…oh, oh, and SANDY. She’s super sweet, and really nice, and very kind.
RimFire: I think I’ll stick with Rizzo.
I stayed home and passed out candy while AmmoGuy and JD took the girls for candy. They came home with a bucket EACH. Now I’m going to have to go and inspect each and every piece for needles, poison, and suspicious packaging. Especially those Reese’s Cups. They look TOTALLY suspicious.
The girls look really cute. I bet they had a great time. How many kids came to your door TWO.
Are those on your diet?
Eat them. You don’t need to loose weight. You are beautiful.