My friend Lisa continues to remind me how easy it is and says why aren't I doing it and ... in fact her latest email to me, just this morning looks a little like this "Your blog...not so much. You need to publish at least one post to call it a blog. Check out (insert any name here)'s funny friend's blog" See what I'm up against?
She, of course is a prolific blogger http://happynesttoo.blogspot.com/ , all while holding three jobs, maintaining the perfect marriage to her handsome husband, running a huge household (one from which she expelled me just last night when after offering to load the dishwasher she informed me that no one except her, loads it correctly ), assisting her husband in running their construction buisiness (cheap plug http://www.rcbelt.com/ ), nourishing life long freindships, orchestrating family road trips, an amazing cook and baker, knits, crochets, is beautiful and svelte, is a talented artist, witty and urbane conversationalist, intelligent although a bit boorish (refer to dishwasher comment), and is raising two sweet, polite and funny twin boys, not yet three.
Speaking of twin boys; the reason for this post. For the past three Halloweens she has graciously allowed me to be their personal costume designer. Some of you may remember them from years past as Garden Gnomes...
...then, the following year you may remember A Couple Of Sock Monkeys, perhaps?...
...and here, Ladies and Gentleman, Mr.'s Elvis Presley...
...of course, trying not to laugh at them (kids don't seem to be too cool with that), here is a shot of them with their Elvis Hair Hats. As a caveat, I might say I snuck the hats into Fred Meyer's and tried to fit them on a personal sized watermelon as I didn't have any willing head models at the ready...
...one turned out looking like a too big, too many times washed, old crazy man's toupe sans glue strip and the other, like a yarmulke on a Hasidic Jew including spit curls which were supposed to be sideburns or possibly a fez...
...Elvis has left the building...
But the highlight of the night for me was, while Trick or Treating on Mississippi, one woman said to her husband "Honey, look it's Sigfried and Roy" - which clearly means they could get one more year out of those costumes...I'll just duct tape on a stuffed tiger...
This would normally be a good place to end. But I have to include one last picture of
