Happy Howl-o-ween to everyone! We don't actually do the Howl-o-ween thing (well, other than Mom buying some candy corn, but don't tell anyone - that's her secret vice...), but I'm all impressed with those of you who actually get dressed up. Like Darth Brutus. HAHAHAHA! Actually, he looks so good in that costume, some one might want to contact George Lucas and see if there are more sequels in the making... I'm even impressed with Mango, although I'm not entirely convinced by the 230lb bumblebee. I'm just saying...
Anyhoo. Neither Abby nor I is dressing up, because, well, neither of us likes clothes.
Fr'instance, notice my complete and overwhelming joy in wearing this hat:
Yeah, not so much.
C'mon. Enough with the hats...
Although this was not a better look (except that I guess I could dress up as a crossing guard...)
I think this pretty much sums up WHY I do not want to be dressed up for ANY holiday. (Thanks, Mom. Very funny. Just remember: I know where your shoes are.)
So while I will enjoy looking at pictures of all of my friends in their Howl-o-ween finery,
I think I'm going to stick to working the treat angle...
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus