Halloween is my Holiday-o Favorit-o. I've dressed up for most Halloweens in my lifetime, even if it means merely grabbing a headband with a Tarantula atop.
I went digging for a particular photo tonight, to prepare for The Halloween Blog, and I came across several other photos of Halloween Past.
Here is Halloween 1989. I'd grown weary of 12 hours of ghoulish makeup, and had rinsed mine off; gray hairspray still remains. And there's a little trick-or-treating Lion-O, Age 3 (Thundercats, Thundercats, Thundercats HOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!!!!)
My son went through a "stage" when he insisted on being called Lion-O—and in turn, I was referred to not as Mommy, but as "Cheetarah" for almost 6 months, while his father was addressed as "Mumm-ra" (actually, Mumm-wa).
Here he is then, in orange tights and Rit-dyed blue underpants and sox, as the all-powerful Lion-O...
And, imagine, if you will, my carrying home a tuckered out Lion-O, after visiting babysitters and Grandparents, past his bedtime, and cold-creaming all of that orange crap off of his soft little face.
Stay tuned for more Halloween Pastl
Oh, gawd! Please remind me never to let you have a camera near me during Halloween. Might appear somewhere, someday in eighties garb or something! LOL But then, some good blackmail pix of some friends with raw pumpkin in their mouths may come in handy, oh, let's say, if they run for office one day. Remind me of that when I'm spitting some out in your garage ;-)
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ReplyDeleteYou're just afraid someone will photograph you while you're wearing YOUR Rit-Dyed blue underpants.
ReplyDelete...or a cowsuit.