. . . or whatever it's called. I don't know.
I've never been one to really put a lot of stock into the back story concerning Halloween; I don't honestly care that much about it. It's pumpkins, cheap costumes, and sugar - big whoop. I'm sure at one point in time, a thousand years ago, there was a great festival around the event, and lots of naked dancing and virgin-sacrificing was to be had, but around here - in the Ginger Mill subdivision - we're short on both naked dancers and chicks who haven't been laid yet who agree to be knifed for a pumpkin.
(however that worked back in the day)
What we do have, friends, is a crapload of candy.
With that said, commence Halloween Trick or Treating 2012. ENGAGE:
 |
| I picked up the girls from Sunchild around 5pm, and quickly force-fed them dinner in order to begin the costume suit-up process. Trick or Treating kicked off at 7pm, and we wanted to get as much candy harvesting as possible in with the girls before they dropped dead from exhaustion. . . |
 |
| Unfortunately, the pumpkins that we had carved with Papa and Nana - FOUR DAYS AGO - were already beginning to rot. They were filled with mold and falling apart, so we were unable to light them. . . despite having stored them outside on the patio. |
 |
| Yet another reason why I hate mold. F*** you, Mold. |
 |
| Kris had just gotten off of work, so unfortunately she didn't have time to get into costume for Trick or Treating |
 |
| The round-up begins. . . |
 |
| Dorothy, Strawberry Shortcake, and Kris. |
 |
| Abby checks out her plunder. |
 |
| Checking up on Toto, who lost his home in order to make room for candy. . . |
 |
| Dorothy's progress |
 |
| About a twenty minutes into Trick or Treating, Alayna started to grow tired and began riding in the wagon. . . |
 |
| . . .Abby, on the other hand, was motivated by the prospect of copious amounts of sugar and soldiered through. |
 |
| Hot wheels. |
 |
| Strawberry Shortcake. Still pumped. |
 |
| Dad's turn to haul two lazy-ass children. . . |
 |
| (by the way - this year, I went as a badass.) |
 |
| These kids were dead on their feet after 42 minutes of Trick-or-Treating. I blame this on their weak, Farwellian blood. |
 |
| . . . though the offer of eating some of their hard-won candy seemed to keep them up a little while longer. Go figure. |
 |
| (I think Kris is wasted here. . .) |
 |
| SUGAR |
- Brian
No comments:
Post a Comment