I harassed Ethan into dressing up. He came as a monkey. HA. I was Little Red Riding Hood, although someone asked me if I was "Red Riding Hood." I'm beginning to think that the omission of "Little" was intentional.
Halloween is one of those holidays that I never really think I'll enjoy until I realized I get to dress up like something, and eat candy with the sole excuse "It's Halloween!!" Too bad I started snacking on KitKats and Reese's a week before the actual holiday; I gained my post-Halloween pounds pre-Halloween! Oh well.
Just a little glamor shot for all you Little Red Riding Hood enthusiasts out there.
Body shot. Enjoy the creepiness of my brother. My mom and I made my brother's, um... headsack. And my mom sewed my cape as well! I was demoted to fabric-cutter and pinner after we realized I can't sew for my life.
Tucker's girlfriend Cassidy was Wilma, and Tucker made a magical transition into Fred Flinstone later that night.
Ethan did the gutting for me because I didn't want to get dirty.
There it is, ladies and gentleman, the VIP of the evening: the power drill. Quick and easy with adorable results. If I do say so myself. And I do.
SPOOOOKY. Ethan and I did some last-minute decorating. Not pictured: a huge rubber rat, a warty pumpkin, and a skeleton with an exposed glowing brain. How a skeleton has a brain is beyond me.
Good times. My eyes have been burning for the past couple of days. What gives?!