junecleavage

I love Halloween. LOVE it. The party was a blast and many many many many shots of tequila were ingested. Along with jello shots of who knows what, large quantities of mojito...and yes...Guinness to top the night off with grace. Yep, I said grace. In the same sentence as all that booze. At this age, even with all of the odds against me, I can still work that grace in a precarious situation. With the exception of the large plate of cupcakes I was bringing home for the kids and lost grip of while in the cab leaving a lovely carpet of green frosting and monster fingers in the back seat area. That cab driver might contest my "grace" but what does he know? At least they fell fully intact from a plate rather than being heaved up from a stomach - as one without my grace might practice. Right? Anyway...the pics aren't the clearest and refuse to upload vertically but you get the gist. We went as the Jolie-Pitts with all six of our children quite literally attached to us (Xanax, Baloney, the twins Shits and Giggles, Doobie and of course little Condom) and a photo of Jen - Brad's real love - in his pocket over his heart. Today is the day for festivities to be had. Again. But for the smaller and less alcoholic versions of me this time. Of course the 14-year old is too cool to go trick or treating - she is going to get the shit scared out of her at the movies, in costume of course. One that is tight and revealing. Ahem

Jolie-Pitts in da hizzy:




Jolie with lips:


Hagar:


Brad and Jen:


Dead Bride Hostess and Popeye/Olive Oil combined (and moi - duh):


Marilyn and Me:


Figure skating duo of Hilarity:


The fellow on the right is a "gay sperm" - I told him they have all the fun:


At this point in the evening the babies were literally crawling out of my chest:


Oh yeah...sailor boy...


I look so serious here, was my cup empty?