Another year, another bizarro costume. In a trend that includes too much cleavage, here we are as Lancelot and Guinevere. I'm beginning to get a complex about the wenches I play. This one is an upgrade as an adulteress. Next year I'm going to dress as a man.
Our best friends, who intelligently opt NOT to wear a costume. Why? Afterall, I show cleavage for both of us.
Guest cute couple of the evening. Just cute and mushy. And gracious. Did I say cute?
Who knew there was dancing? It seems that the servers had a better time than the old folks at the party.
There were posers, and poseurs. And lots of breaks.
Aaaah. I ditched the unfortunate rat that was nesting in my head. This looks a lot more natural for us, no? He's still my leige, and I don't look like a dumb blond.
1 comment:
that blonde picture will be ammunition for my laughte for many weeks to come!
AHAHAHAHAHA
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