Annual Halloween Party III is now over and we are almost recovered.
Our dog trainer told us that dogs yawn when they are annoyed.
I'm certain Bella was just sleepy.
What could possibly be annoying about looking so damn dashing?
The table containing the body parts of one Mr. Hal O'Ween.
Disco Stu and his less than helpful Partner of the Round Table during the Mummy Wrap game.
More Disco Stu and the Waterless Apple Bob.
Our friends are dedicated.
How dedicated you ask?
Dedicated enough to go to the little grocery store up the hill and ask to borrow a shopping cart to round out a bag lady costume.
And then fill said shopping cart up with assorted items and push it down the street and up a hill in order to make "an entrance".
The bag lady in question and his Flashdance wanna-be friend.
Napoleon and Ugly Betty.
More dedication. Not only did Napoleon bring a binder with pictures of a Liger AND of his girlfriend, who is away modeling, but he also had a pocket full of tater tots and even ate one for us before realizing that maybe it was kinda gross that he just ate a tot out of the pocket of a pair of jeans he picked up at Value Village.
Those are fake nails.
And Beth's real name is Mark.
See how they stay in character?
Say it with me, now.
This is roughly around the time that things started to unravel and dedication took a backseat to shenanigans.
Bad Santa and his posse.
I think I dated that guy in 1984.
And then I married the other one.
Spiraling a little more quickly now.
And with that I delete the more incriminating photos and bid you adieu.