We don't dress up any more for Halloween or go out and party.
Trust me, I've done my share of drunken, corsetted, a bikini top counts as a costume Halloweens.
I'm over it.
I'm too old for that shiz.
So this Halloween weekend instead of taking shots while wearing a grass skirt, my dad and stepmonster came to visit.
Yes, Monica, threatening to stuff my dogs in your suitcase all weekend has now earned you the name Stepmonster.
Deal with it.
Here is our Famloween in pictures.
And to all you youngins out there, have a great Halloween.
Don't forget to drink a lot of water.
The first night we ate in and sat out on the patio with a fire and some wine.
The next day we went for a hike and relaxed the rest of the day reading and talking.
And of course outside for more wine and cigars the next night.
The next day, Mike made coffee cake and we carved pumpkins.
|Dad's witch and caludron|
|Mike's party bat|
|My flame face|