We lost my father-in-law, the fathers of three close friends, relatives and friends have been diagnosed with awful diseases, and my favorite pet of all time had to be put to sleep. (Note to self: you write a humor blog, Debbie Downer.)
So even though we have always loved hosting parties, we have really not been in the mood to do anything other than hibernate for most of this year. At least until Halloween rolled around and conveniently scheduled itself on a Saturday. As this was also one of our friend's birthdays, it seemed like a good time for us to re-enter the world and have some people over. So we put a party together a few days before and really got into the theme:
|Wow. Our bathroom is even scarier than this one. (And yes,|
I realized that the letters should have been backwards after the fact. You
should take solace in the fact that I don't think like a serial killer.)
|My mom is also the queen of Facebook and got something|
like four hundred likes when she posted this photo.
|Katy Perry - with autograph pen in hand.|
...that specializes in furry costumes. (Not furry costumes, furry costumes.)
This seemed okay until she turned around and demonstrated the massive zipper running horizontally across the rear of the costume. And until I realized I HAD WITNESSED HER TEEN WALKING HOME FROM THE BUS STOP THE PREVIOUS DAY DRESSED AS A FURRY.
As weird as it may seem, I am actually grateful for this because it means that no matter how much I screw up as a parent, at least I have not bought my daughter a fetish costume.
|>sigh< I suppose next year we'll have to add a trophy for best fetish costume|
(My bronys take note.)
|I was Sigma Psyched - it was so awesome!|
|It was Amy's birthday, so we celebrated|
with cake at the party. And by reminding her that she is going to die.
|That's a face in a jar. Next to the greek yogurt.|