….Pumpkins scream in the dead of night.
I would too, if I saw that.
The Gothlet, as a (cracked) doll. She kind of freaks me out.
The RockStar was considering dressing up as a Mean Girl a la the movie (teenage villainnesses for our time, I guess!). But after putting together part of a Santa Girl costume, she found a beard in the dress-up chest and couldn’t resist.
But then she ended up going to a party instead, and not trick or treating. Pity, in a way!
They had fun; I stayed behind and handed out treats. My husband was off playing a gig (a memorial and fundraiser for his drummer, sadly, who died suddenly recently). He’s still there, and I hope it’s going well. Musicians often don’t have insurance, as he didn’t. His short illness and funeral thus racked up bills for his family, which the benefit concert aims at defraying.
So, good thoughts for the still ongoing gig, and back here at the ranch, I hope you all had a good Halloween. I will leave you with the teen’s pumpkin, which she worked hard at carving.
It’s semi-Greek to me, but everyone else recognized it!
ETA: link to the original for those who don’t recognize it either; granted, handicapped by the photo being taken at an angle. (Still, thanks, you make me feel much better!)