Last year on the first day of November I posted about the festival of drunkenness and debauchery that was our friends' annual Halloween party.
My costume was super lame this year. With the Spain trip followed closely by having family here for Thanksgiving and then my dad's health crisis (largely resolved now), I was not feeling it at all, and while in the past I have been able to scrape up something decent at the last minute, this time I failed utterly. Matt went through all of the Rubber Ducks stuff Angus left and made such a convincing MiLB coach Angus said he looked like he should be holding a beer and a hot dog. Oh wait....
Ha ha, get it?
Random pics of my kids decades ago that Facebook spit out in my memories, *sob*.
Random pics of costumes I liked at the party this year and actually photographed.
Random pics of Tony doing unspeakable things with Alina's mouse.
Which brings me to this: Who gets this costume? I thought Eve would, and was sad when she didn't, but then it made perfect sense. I will reveal the answer tomorrow if no one gets it.
Random pics of the basket of reading glasses on the kitchen counter, which made Dave's teacher friend say exactly what I was thinking; "is this the new key party? 'okay, who has 2.75, you're coming home with me.'"
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