Happy Hallowscream, hehehehe, hahahaha!

That little speaking vampire on Grandma's back door has apparently made a lasting impression because when ever I say the word "Halloween" I want to say "Hallowscream" in a high pitched screachy voice and then laugh evily afterwards.
So if you were to guess... is Steve a cow or a dalmation? Pause, look at my costume first. I'm a fire fighter... now guess. If you guessed a dalmation, you were correct... my little dalmation :) face-paint and all :) hysterical- the process of putting it on him- I conned him into it practically. We had a good lil' party at Steve's friends house and that is him in the hillbilly get up with Tehra, his groupie from the 80's :)
This last picture is just classic. This is the result of me, acting as a mother would, insisting Steve and his dear sweet friend pose behind their master piece pumpkins together. aww. This was pure beauty captured as arms were draped around one another, friendship abode, and the pride of their pumpkins displayed by their smiles.
Funny Story Part:
So Steve and I ventured to the grocery store in our costumes to get some snacks and our pumpkins to bring to this party. First funny part- As we were waiting in line to check out ... a couple walked by behind us and this guy out of the blue, yells, "Holy COW!" as he smuggly passed us.
Funny part 2- Just after that incident a lady behind us in line said "I have to tell you something cute." She recounted that she had driven by us with her kids as we were picking our pumpkins out in front of the store and her young daughter asked, obviously referring to us, "why is the girl the fire fighter and not the boy?" The mom explained that (as she was also the wife of a fire fighter and had switched roles dressing as each other in past Halloweens), that maybe the boy wanted to be something different than a fire fighter, because he gets to be one every day. After a short pensive pause by the little girl, she then asked, "so what, is the girl a cow all day?"