Monday, November 1, 2010

The obligatory Halloween Post

This was a rather tame Halloween this year compared to those in the past. With the boys off at college and serving in the military, the girls were left to their own devices. They both devleoped their own costumes, and they were great. My teenage drama queen decided to be Zombie Marilyn Monroe and Niece was a Zombie Prom Queen. And let me tell you, I'm glad I wasn't her competition. The girls were also joined by our little friend Andy who was dressed as a character from Star Wars, Episode I Don't Know What (And don't ask me the character name. Even though I asked Andy many, many times over the course of the evening, I cannot for the life of me recall.).

All right, who knows how to drive this thing?

Marilyn Monroe with an Elvis lip

Who knew Zombies wore flip flops?

Great. Our driver left.

Stop smiling. You're supposed to be scary!

My date left me in this pumpkin patch and all I got was these dead flowers.

The Elvis lip again. Who knew Marilyn and Elvis were so close?
After their marathon makeup session (it took me about four hours total to apply all the fake skin and zombie-esque makeup and blood), we descended upon the Southern Belle Farm for some fun.  The girls really enjoyed running through the corn maze, encountering unsuspecting people coming around the corners. They had a great time and had lots of requests for photos and compliments on their costumes.

Later, the girls provided a great view for the other people in the pizza place. Pizza ... Zombies with bloody festering wounds. A great combo. After a quick run through WalMart (with more requests for photos that hopefully won't end up here), we called it a night. The girls were a little disappointed they were "too old" for trick-or-treating, but Sister L made up for it by buying out half the candy aisle. Hope you and yours had a great, safe Halloween, however you ended up spending the evening. Oh, and by the way, if you go through a roadblock with a Zombie, it's not necessarily a bad thing. It provides the guys and girls who have to work a little bit of levity.