Hallow's Eve

So Halloween is upon is.

We did the usual stuff.

 

Carved some pumpkins.

 

Dressed up as a dog to match our dog.

Norman said nay nay, Mama and Daddy.

I do not like it when you dress up like a dog.

I cannot recognize you.

And it frightens me. 

And then we put on our real Halloween costumes.

White Trash.



Yep, I'm (fake) pregnant, with a baby on my hip, and a beer in my hand.

And the hubs has a great mullet.

 

Neighborhood children didn't get the joke.

Let's be honest, neighborhood parents didn't get the joke.

I kept getting congratulated all night.

And, "When are you due?"

It's a deflated basketball folks!

It's a joke!

 Yep, that's my husband.

My redneck husband leaned up against a convertible.

I must say, I'm rocking this barefoot and pregnant white trash costume!