I don't even want to talk about this. So don't ever, ever, ever mention this to me again, mmkay?
Halloween 2009. I actually had the kids costumes together in advance and I felt pretty good about them (translation: they were not plastic store-bought crap).
But on Halloween, I wound up being horrifyingly unorganized, and therefore, failed to get any decent pictures of the kids in their uncrappy costumes.
Before the night ended, I did manage to get a few shots. These are seriously the only pics I have of the kids, and they are wrong on so many levels.
Here's Michael Jackson. His white sparkly glove is in his pocket. I told you I didn't want to talk about it.
Here's my cute little kitty cat. Her collar is out of whack and her wiskers are almost completely wiped off. I hate myself.
Here's the Bride of Frankenstein. I am undeserving of my camera.
Here's the whole gang. We went trick-or-treating in Hooksett with my friend Monica and her crew. Good times. Bad pictures.