Once again one of my very favorite holidays has passed me by faster than I could say, “Boo!” Yes, Halloween has come and gone and left me with a massive candy overdose. I seriously don’t think I’ll be able to look at a Twix bar the same without puking ever again (at least not until next week anyway). The festive weekend was certainly chalked full of all kinds of fun while it lasted though.
It all started with our annual adults-only costume party, which always allows the inner kid and/or jackass in all of us to come out and play. Finding THE perfect costume is always a challenge, but I think we pulled off some pretty good ensembles. My naughty Girl Scout get-up gave Thin Mints a really bad name, and my Blades of Glory husband gave makeup and figure skating an even worse name (yikes!):
After the grown-up festivities came to a painful, hungover conclusion, it was then all about the kiddos. Like every year, I busted my booty to get them costume-ready for the school’s big Halloween parade. My son, bless his imaginative little soul, was dead-set on being a road this year — yes, a ROAD. I nearly hot glued my knuckles right off my fingers, but I succeeded in turning him into a four-lane masterpiece:
And after WAY too much wishy-washy, back and forth decision making, my daughter FINALLY settled on dressing in a cha-cha dancer costume, which I could luckily order out of a catalog (thank you, sweet baby Jesus!) Here she is in all of her Chiquita Banana glory:
After the parade and some
lame low-key classroom parties, would you believe the kids were released after just a piddly-ass half-day of school? I’d loooooove to know who the genius is that decided to let ’em out early on quite possibly THEIR MOST HYPED UP DAY OF THE WHOLE FRIGGIN’ YEAR (aside from Christmas). Yep, it was just about all I could do to keep them from killing each other before the town’s trick-or-treating hours officially began.
And then, like every other family in our hood, we were off on a big-time candy conquering mission:
Surprisingly, Goatdog somehow managed to behave himself throughout the entire adventure and was even asked by random strangers to pose for multiple pictures. We traveled with a pack of our friends block after block after block until the treat bags were completely loaded down with more sugar than any one kid should ever have in his or her possession. The kids were happy, the parents were exhausted, and the after-party was calling our names. We winded down with some ‘za, some vino, and some upper lip hair for all: