Which just goes to prove that we return to our childhood as we age! I'm sure glad you're having fun and participating in the nonsense. I never really did and only dressed up in costume once or twice in my life, being content to be myself.
You sure make one ugly Groucho Marx in pink! How that lovely lady can be clinging to your arm, I don't know. Some women just like to sidle up to hard cases. Poor thing.
You don't look like the guy who made the donuts but you do look like a pink haired Hitler...LOL...wish to see you in person sometime soon but my car has died, quite probably for the last time...Honda's DO NOT last forever after all, unless forever is about 238,700 miles...oh well she was great while she lasted...hopefully won't be long before I get something else...betwixt now and then I am going to get some bicycle riding exercise...and yes Cuz Cur I know I can use it...-ed-
What a Ghastly Pink Looking Guy in That Photo - although any pic of that old Jersey Devil is much, much ghastlier. Have Fun, Cuz and Me, Mean Tall Woman, and all of our Beasty Boys are getting ready for Howloween, too as seen in my poem this morning - Ready For Howloween
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
Halloween invokes a feeling of excitement especially for primary grades .... always a biggie in my classroom.
hug
Kathy
You sure make one ugly Groucho Marx in pink! How that lovely lady can be clinging to your arm, I don't know. Some women just like to sidle up to hard cases. Poor thing.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane