Mug Shot of a Jovial Blow-Up Doll:
And I realized three new things:
The cats still weren’t thrilled with Costumed Characters, but Cleo had to have a cat with her. Here, Widda is captured in Mid-Meep, you can see her little opened cat-mouth:
Twink was less than thrilled about a Cleopatra smoochie, but at least he wasn’t hissing, although he does look poised to chomp:
I did a pretty good job on all that makeup. I had planned to get it professionally crafted at the MAC counter, but then came to my senses, I don’t need to spend $50 for costume makeup. Years of partying in the 80’s equipped me to wield liquid eyeliner and blue eyeshadow like a pro.
Indy and his whip-crackin‘ lived for one more day:
Like a house of Scrooges (mixing holidays here), we passed out zero candy this year. It’s the first time since I’ve been home that I haven’t participated in the Halloween trick-or-treatery. I was busy costuming up, and I only half-assidly (I am making up new words all over the place!) purchased treats, so we said, “Fuck It” and didn’t turn the porch light on. And it was all okay anyway.