Annual Halloween Post

The Ghosts of Halloweens Past

Despite the fact that the Pevely Flea Market has done away with the Halloween Costume Contest after we won it three years in a row, The Apes continued to KICK ASS in Halloween Costume Contests!  The Karmas had a FANTASTIC Halloween weekend this year.  Beeb was dressed as...

Justin BEEBer!  And the boys were...

A washing machine and a penguin.  Pie has boxers on his head.

The boys both won in the costume contest at their school's Trunk or Treat.  Tito got Best Homemade Costume and Pie got Most Creative Costume.  They also took 1st and 2nd place at the costume contest at Three Dog Bakery, taking home $30 worth of gift cards to a frozen custard place.  Luigi was dressed as a Jedi, but he didn't place.  I told him if he's gonna be a part of this family, he's going to have to start winning.

On Halloween, The Racers joined us at Grant's Farm for our final visit for the year.  Sadly, we didn't get as much out of the parking pass as we have in years past.  I've been working a lot more than I expected to (it's been a whole year since I started - can you believe??), and I really love the job, but it does take up a lot of my time, as does keeping an eye on Luigi, who still likes to eat things he's not supposed to.  Like sofas.  Grrrrr.

After feeding Speed Racer to the goats and getting my early morning drink on, we took the kids to America's Incredible Pizza Company for their costume contest, and Pie won 3rd place - a $50 gift card!  All of the apes won a prize, so they got to ride the bumper cars and go karts and play a shitload of video games.  So based on about $12 spent on each of the kids' costumes, we more than came out ahead! 

I should add that the Pevely Flea Market offered Free Mammograms this year, which is pretty freakin' scary, if you ask me.  There was no mention of the professional qualifications of whoever was performing said mammograms.  I thought about going, for the sheer entertainment value (if not for the medical value) of it, but I kept visualizing a rusty trailer with some Randy Quaid-lookin dude patting the bed and saying, "Why dontcha whip dem puppies out and let Uncle Eddie take a look-see..." 

No, thanks.