So our trick-or-treaters came Thursday night. I know -- weird.
I wrangled Riley into his pumpkin get-up, a hand-me-down from neighbors a few years back. He totally rocks the look.
And then I put on my own costume. We matched!
Oh, pregnant face, I'm looking forward to seeing the end of you.
Riley was a cul-de-sac hit. Every time the doorbell rang, he bounded up and wagged his way to the door to greet the kids. Wag, wag, wag. Pet me, pet me, pet me.
I had originally planned to wear my pumpkin shirt on Friday night, too, to Josh's work Halloween party (at his boss' boss' boss' house). Simple, classy-ish, normal. I didn't really want to go overboard, especially since I haven't met a bunch of these people before.
No one needs to see a very pregnant woman going overboard on Halloween. I had no interest in belly painting.
But Josh took one look at my costume, and informed me that it was lame. I told him I disagreed.
By the time trick-or-treaters stopped coming by, it was 8pm. Josh told me the pumpkin shirt was still lame. I informed him that if he could come up with a better idea - the day before the party - I'd wear it.
So we headed to Goodwill. 30 minutes before it closed Thursday night.
And we found this little beauty. An Ohio State trucker hat.
Josh was already going as a trucker, and thought that a pregnant red neck would be the perfect companion. As a big Michigan fan, I fell in love with the idea of wearing a junky OSU hat as a part of my redneck costume.
We purchased a flannel shirt to go along with the hat, and then on our way home decided that I also needed fish net stockings (to be worn under cut-off jeans), and headed to a Halloween store (5 minutes before it closed) for that particular item.
And here's the final result:
-this was one of those "oh shoot we forgot to take a picture" moment at the end of the night, and all I had was my phone
-we'd blacked out some of our front teeth with paint, but it had worn off by this point
-you can't tell that I drew a Confederate Flag tattoo on one of Josh's arms, and a barbed wire tattoo on the other
-we're missing our props: a oversized can of cheap beer and a pack of cigarettes each
But you get the gist.
And we were a hit. And came in at #2 in the costume contest.
And now hopefully I'll have another chance to make a positive impression on Josh's coworkers.