I'll admit that for the last few years I haven't really done much in the way of Halloween costumes. After four years of celebrating on Franklin Street and one glorious Halloween with the E-Ranch, it's hard to rise to that standard again and again.
Still, when the office email popped up announcing a costume contest with movie tickets as the winning prize I thought I'd give it a go. Throw together a retro dress, some pearls and red hair spray and you have...
Because so many of the patients didn't seem to know and then I just felt like a freak with big poofy red bangs. All day. I have never been so grateful for hot water and shampoo.
Sadly, I didn't win the contest. I'm not sure who did but I hear I got lumped together with the clinic nurses who dressed in pajamas (can you say lame?) and called themselves, "Desperate Housewives."
Um, hello? Lucy wasn't a desperate houswife. She had Rickey to bail her out of everything. Jeez.
Thankfully, the cooking contest gave me a place to seek solace. Behold the offerings...
Gravestone Pudding Cups
Kitty Litter Cake (tasted better than it looked)
Fingers & Toes
All of sudden, finding a costume for a toddler looks so much more appealing...
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