“My wife made me do it.”

This would be the last time The Husband enjoyed dressing up for Halloween. 1984.

His wife loves Halloween, and he loves his wife. He loves her so much he will dress up like a tree hugging hippie. (You can really see the hole-ishness of that house in the background. Our washer was in the kitchen. Our dryer was outside.)

He really liked his sword this year, but got mad when I said that his Russian Cossack hat looked like a baby orangutan sitting on his head. See the dog dish on planter in the back ground? That is so Polly would not eat all of Katy’s food. She had a bit of a weight problem, oh, and no teeth. The crock pot is full of The Husband’s secret recipe little weenies.

This is right after The Son was born, we were cave people. I used a washable marker to give The Husband a unibrow, and he made me take it right off, but you can still see it a little. Look how long my hair was!

Turn about is fair play so here is me as a cave woman…..

…..and as a gypsy. This is the hole again. I hated that house; I think it was haunted. Also, I was a wee bit over accessorized.

Here I am as the not-evil-mostly-good-witch-of-the-south. My eyes were glowing red in this picture, so I tried to photoshop them and they came out looking kinda cyborgish. Also? Good lord, what kind of bra did I have on to get those suckers so high? Or maybe that is just how they looked before breastfeeding for 26 months?

Next up? Pictures of some of thehuckablog’s regular commentors.

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