Tally-ho my friends! What does that phrase actually even mean? Not that it matters much, since it now refers to ‘What up it’s hump day!’
This Wednesday if even more spectacular since I will be traveling down to bean-town to see one of my main men live and in person. Drizzy!
Ok so maybe we’re not exactly buds, but since my brother works for him I like to refer to Drake as pretty much my brother in law. I mean I did get to see his dressing room and try one of his throat lozenges. I call that family status.
But I really am more excited to see my brother since I haven’t seen him since about Christmas time if I remember correctly. Either way, if I can’t remember when the last time I saw him was it’s too long. As awesome as his job is and as much travel he gets to do, I still wish he was able to be home more. Miss ya Fathead.
While I will be groovin and shakin later on tonight, I can’t forget that tomorrow is all Hallows Eve! Or Halloween, whichever. Since I am stubborn and don’t like Thursdays I thought I would post a little festive flashback of Halloweens past. Prepare to be frightened.
First Halloween I remember. Rocking an MJ original homemade dalmatian costume at Nana’s house.
I look ecstatic to be a dino. With my uncle Rob and bro-skies.
Not exactly Halloween, but just wanted to show off my cover photo for Tot Cosmopolitan.
Can you guess which one I am? See the pink Power Ranger?
…I’m the boy with a ponytail next to her. This is what having 2 older brothers does to you. Can we also note batman peering down his pants and the background? Thanks.
More of my stereotypical girl costumes. I swear I eventually resembled cinderella, I dream of Genie, and a run-over prom queen. Here’s me robbing my neighbor Joanne for all her golden butterfinger doubloons.
The best part of carving a pumpkin was always squishing the guts. And leaving all the boring carving and scraping work for Papa John. Oh and here’s a glamour shot of my brother with the masterpiece.
Jump a couple years to college where I finally lived out my childhood costumes that my tomboy attitude refused to accept. Enter, Barbie.
And no that’s not a gang tattoo on my arm, it’s actually the mistake tattoo Barbie really got in college of Ken’s name with a heart around it. Hope you marry a Ben so you can fix that ish, Barbie.
This is by far my favorite. Nothing says a New England Halloween like 2 feet of snow. And nothing says a true New Englander like wearing shorts and a vest out in it.
Trick or Treat?
What was your favorite costume?