Dollah Make Me Hollah:

 

Or a stuffed pig.
That I made into a purse.

 

Ah am the Grand Supreme Sweet Potato Queen, y’all!

 

This is mah pig. His name is Gliiiitzy, and he would lahk you to respek his life choices.

 

Y’ALL. Ah went to another parrrrrty, and there wuz these TWO IMPOSTERING BIIIIITCHES. That one on the right kept trying to EAT MAH POOR GLITZY. *hair flip*

Donner, Party of Two:

 

Ding Dong!

 

Untitled, a photo by amanderbear on Flickr.

More pictures from the MacAbree Manor Party!

 

donners, a photo by amanderbear on Flickr.

 

Photobooth12, a photo by amanderbear on Flickr.

 

Photobooth31, a photo by amanderbear on Flickr.

 

The CARNAGE:

 

Untitled, a photo by amanderbear on Flickr.

 

With The Roommate and The Greenholt as Medusa and Mythbuster:

 

Untitled, a photo by amanderbear on Flickr.

 

All photos courtesy of Amanda Dague

Happy All Hallow’s!

 

I never can figure out where that apostrophe goes.
Is that Hallow singular, and singularly possesses this eve?
Is there more than one Hallow, which would make it “Hallows’”?

I DON’T KNOW.

 

But the Boyo came along with my crazy costume brain,
and we were a raging success at the MacAbree Manor party:

 

O, Pioneers!.

 

No one else was game for a group costume,
so we went as “Donner, Party of Two”, complete with bibs and a Jell-O heart
(I put blue raspberry vines in it to look like veins! Simulacra!)
that we messily devoured for the photobooth.

 

We’ll have more photos forthcoming!

This is Halloween:

 

Paraphrased Conversation with Boyo:

 

Me:
“I just wish I could find that severed nose.”

Him:

silence

Me:
“Oh, I’m missing a kidney and an eyeball, too! Damn!”

Him:
“You know, I think you just use Halloween as an excuse to be gross.”

 
Me:
“That’s not true! The heart I picked up today is really cute!”

 

Him:
“I hate October.”