The other reason we wanted to go was because it was Halloween. Back home we would have had a week's worth of celebrating, beginning with a huge scary bash at home, and a smaller one before trick-or-treating at our good friends' house, plus a parade through the town and a carnival at the elementary school. We were all painfully aware that this year would be nothing like that, so we decided to go to the rally to take our minds off it, and so our kids could experience something they never would have on the island. So that's that. We did it. We're glad.
That left us one day to get ready for the throng of trick-or-treaters that would be gracing our door. We set up the cemetery, got the strobes going, and carved pumpkins. We got exactly three trick-or-treaters, which means the size of my ass will be suffering. Why didn't I buy something gross, like Baby Ruths?
|Our teenager actually took part in the pumpkin carving. I won't show you what he carved, though.|
|Miss Pippi Longstocking|
|Little Red Riding Hood|
|Ninja costume which was thought up/assembled 15 minutes before this photo|
|I am lucky enough to be married to a guy who's not afraid |
to look like an ass just to make his daughter happy.