October 31, 2014 – Our Halloween Hootenanny is well underway! The decorations are spooky, the music is lively, and the purple smoky punch is flowing freely. It’s Tim’s creation. I don’t know what he puts in it, but it’s very good. The costumes are simply stunning! Why didn’t we think of doing this before?
The Orpingtons are vivacious as biker chicks. I can hardly believe it’s them! If it wasn’t for the stick she’s holding – (on which she’s drawn a black facemask), I would not have been able to identify Peaches. But I still can’t tell the difference between Addie and Charlotte. Without their pearls, I’m stumped.
Sawyer decided to go as a whisk. What a hoot! Everyone guessed it was her right away because of the subject matter, but she doesn’t care. Right now she’s dancing with 2 of the ducks. One is dressed as Zorro, the other is a Tootsie Roll. I can’t tell which one is which, but I know it’s Francis and Jameson. Their legs are darker than the other drakes – who, I believe, are the three light bulbs standing next to the bowl of gummy worms.
Bo looks terrific in his Elvis jumpsuit and glasses and Tim is perfect as a ballplayer. Everyone’s costume is fabulous! It’s hard to choose a favorite. I made my grand entrance about 15 minutes ago. I wasn’t sure anyone would know who I was supposed to be. Boy, was I wrong!
“HOLY PUMPKIN JUICE! SOUND THE ALARM!!” Peaches’ voice pierced the festive din the second I walked through the door.
“GIVE ME THE PITCHFORK!” commanded an oversize potholder sounding suspiciously like Wilma.
“You have some nerve showing up at our party!” the whisk scolded with a punch ladle in her wing.
“Give me the word, people and I can start eating her from the shoes right up to the glasses,” asserted the bride of Frankenstein… easily distinguishable as Gertrude the goat.
“Guys, it’s me!!” I pleaded good naturedly.
“Happy?” Sawyer questioned, leaning in to sniff around my mousy wig.
“Yes!” I laughed uproariously. “I got you all good!”
That was right before the potholder whacked me in the back of the head with a bag of crushed oyster shells, sending the bundle of books in my arms flying.
“Sorry, kid,” she apologized lending her thumb to help me stand. “I was in full swing before my mind processed it was you. No hard feelings? Great costume by the way.”
“It’s the best costume ever!” declared Rosemary the cow. “Brilliant!”
One by one the partygoers approached and commented on my disguise. Except for the first tense moments, dressing up as Eunice the librarian was a big hit. The party is still going strong. So far, only a lobster, a bat, and a box of raisins remain incognito. The winner gets a bag of mealworms! This could end up being our best celebration ever!