That would be my brother-in-law, Drew, bobbing for apples. "But Drew's not 10", you're saying. I know, I know. But Saturday was Suz and AJ's annual Halloween party, and Suz has wanted to do bobbing for apples for the past 5 years, and AJ has talked her out of it. But she finally got her way this year, and I can honestly say my stomach still hurts from laughing so hard. Watching your friends bob for apples should be its own workout regimen.
You're probably wondering why it looks like Drew is wearing pajamas. He is dressed as a bowling pin. My sister, obviously, was a bowling ball.
As you know, for the past three years I have won the Halloween trivia contest at this party thus drawing the ire and jealousy of my friends/sore losers. However, Saturday I woke up feeling different. I knew it was over. And I was right. I did not win the trivia contest. I happily passed my torch of victory to our friend Tony. Then I quietly told him to watch his back while walking to his car later that night. Despite my loss, I tied for second place in the costume contest and won a prize. Also my friend Tom had to leave early, and he said if he won anything he wanted me to have his prize. What I'm trying to say is, for someone who lost, I sure brought home a lot of prizes. How does that feel, friends? Even when I lose, I win. Eat it.
My costume? I was a deviled egg. I don't have a picture of me in the costume, but here it is on my living room floor:
I put some small pieces of red tissue paper on the "yolk" to be the paprika, and then this whole thing went over my head like a sandwich board. This is a pretty sexy costume.
Halloween night we handed out candy on my sister's front lawn...and on the news. Yes. We were on the news. They were on my sister's street getting shots of little kids in their costumes. Then the cameraman came over and set up his tripod on the corner of my sister's lawn and pointed the camera at us. I didn't actually see the footage which is totally fine with me seeing as I was wearing a dorky Halloween sweatshirt that I have had for 15 years (seriously) and was stuffed into like 3 layers of clothing making me look like I weighed 500 pounds. When I got to work today there was an email from a coworker that was sent to my entire team. The subject line was "Sarah was on the news. In a horrible sweatshirt." Okay I made up that second sweatshirt line. Thank God I didn't have on my usual headband with the light up pumpkins.
That is ALoyd's devil tail. ALoyd, I just put your ass on the Internet.