Let me set the scene…. Fly home from the worlds best vay-cay at 11pm with 2 fussy babes and even fussier parents-Wake up the next morning only to realize you have the annual family Halloween party to attend, queso to whip up, and brothers mission call opening all within the next 8 hours. (ps..Guadalajara, Mexico mission, leaving mid March—we’re so happy and proud of you, LANDON!)
We have no costumes…We have no ingredients for dip…All we have is jetlag.
Thank goodness for Cody going the mountain man rendezvous every year, because
Mr. Christensens threw his garb on, painted his face blue, and became the best William Wallace I’ve ever seen.
The girls were easy, too. We loaned costumes from my mom who’s saved every damn costume weve ever worn throughout the years…My little sister was Alice in wonderland a few wars back and I was a baby cowgirl way back in the 80’s. They were SO cute.
Then there’s me. I have nothing…. Nothin but eyeliner….and white face paint…..and YouTube.
I don’t know how we pulled it off, but we did.