Happy Halloween from that old married couple.
These classy little numbers won us the best costume award in the couples division at our friend's Halloween party last night. We beat out a very convincing Scooby Doo crew (by one vote--and I swear I didn't even stuff the ballot), along with the cast of That 70's Show. Suffice it to say I am a teeny bit proud of the DIY creativity that went into this, especially since these costumes got put together while wandering the aisles of Walmart just this past Thursday (a mere 48 hours before party time). We had no idea what we were going to be when we walked into the store, and a light bulb went off in my noggin the minute I laid eyes on that mumu number in the women's department. Jesse's costume is my favorite. I laughed until tears rolled down my face/peed a bit/fell on the floor (all at the same time--getting a good mental picture here?) when I first saw him in his complete get up. He is threatening to keep those velcro sneakers as a permanent part of his wardrobe (not sure if they are worse than socks with sandals or not?). The hat unfortunately had to be returned to my dad, as he is the current Dodge Center Lion's Club president, and needs to wear it to all affiliated functions in town. But I finally got my man in suspenders, just not in the way I had hoped. How about that walker? Completely vintage. That was the proud Craigslist purchase I made on Friday. Gotta love that Craig. My basket of goodies came from the Dollar Tree. All the old people essentials: Ben Gay, heartburn medication, Beano, a pill box, Gold Bond medicated powder. And now I totally get it. Being an old person can be the pits on the ol' bod. I woke up with a sore back (Vern, get me my Ben Gay!), but I think that might have had more to do with all that dancing Grandma did on the table.
Rump shakin' out on the dance floor.
Costume change time. Our husband's didn't appreciate this. Whoops!
And of course we couldn't forget about our very annoyed and costumed puppy babes.
Interestingly enough, we find the most effective way to get our dogs to behave is to put some sort of costume on them. So it isn't just on Halloween that we play dress up around here, but whenever we need them to sit still. It's also a great party trick (usually after we have exhausted the "Jesse lighting his farts", and right before Lauren tells her, "that time she cut off her finger and had it reattached" story). Without fail, the minute they have them on they become completely lethargic, and barely move a muscle. A welcomed contrast to their usual wild wiggliness. Apple lays down and plays possum, but Bobo stops dead in his tracks. If only we could read their minds. Pretty sure our sweet little puppies are saying something to the effect of, "B!tch, please."
But wait. Jesse just found Bobo adding props (note the camera around his neck--that was all him) to his costume. Me thinks he might like dressing up a leetle bit more than his sister. It's our little journalist dragon boy. A blogger in the making??
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