As per our gradually solidifying tradition, we generally wait until Halloween day to massacre our pumpkins.
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| Is it just me, or does the one on the right look a little like Nancy Pelosi? |
Then we must make our mandatory red-carpet appearance at Grandma Flo's:
Then its home for an early swamp-monster macaroni dinner:
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| Again, the one on the right: Nancy Pelosi? |
Then the call to stations - make-up and wardrobe! STAT!:
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| Stacy has her cowardly ears on now. |
Soon it was show time! L's friend from school, R, came over with her daddy Mark. We pretended R was the good witch Glinda, but she wasn't too keen on us co-opting her Sleeping Beauty costume for our nefarious purposes.
Then we went to check out the Lord's wardrobes next door. They always put on a good show.
And finally Aunt Claudia perched the dragon on top of the car (to guard the pathway to candy) while she established herself at the door, and we set off to haul in the booty. The rest of the evening was far too terrifying to document here. (That, and we didn't bring the camera.)
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