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| Look at all of that money sunk into Disney costumes-amazing & revolting! |
Another Pixar-victory at the Yeretsky house:
October was officially "Toy Story" month & I couldn't be happier to retire those Woody & Buzz costumes now that Halloween is OVER.
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| Buzz Lightyear at his best. |
Eight days after Halloween, we think Max has come down off of his sugar-high, although this has not been confirmed. He has been a DISASTER!
By the end of trick-or-treating, Max was asking people, with a lollipop hanging out of his mouth like a cigarette, "When I eat all my candy, [can] I come back [to] your house & you give me [the] rest of yours?"
(It sounds a lot funnier if you say it in his little New York accent voice that doesn't pronounce the "r"s - call me if you need a live rendition.)
While he impressed many middle-aged ladies in our neighborhood, others in the Yeretsky clan did not fare so well.
The kids talked me into being Jessie, Woody's cowgirl buddy from the "Toy Story" movies. My friend Austyn, crafty gal that she is, loaned me her homemade Jessie costume from last year.
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| Hey peanut gallery: hold your "Emmymoo"comments. |
Now, most people would try on a costume a few days, maybe even a few hours before they are expected to wear it. Not me. Don't have time. I'm busy thinking about doing laundry, thinking about cooking dinner, or other domestic things I should be doing.
So, Halloween afternoon rolls around & I put the Jessie cowprint chaps on, then I put on the cowprint vest.
Funny, I think, this vest is quite large. In fact, very large. In fact, so large, that when I wear it with the chaps, I look like a cow. Oh well, I assume it goes with the costume & go on my merry way.
Five minutes before we are leaving to trick-or-treat it dawns on me that Jessie doesn't wear a vest. I grab Ainsley's Jessie doll - nope she wears a white button-down shirt with yellow on the cuffs.
This isn't Jessie's freaking vest but it's the vest Austyn's mom made for her husband when he dressed up as Woody. Dear lord. I do look like a cow.
And don't worry, that point was NOT lost on my neighbors. One of my neighbors followed me around our little parade telling me I was "so bovine" & how he would "try not to milk me tonight." Sick. Yes, that really happened.
Next year I'm going as a witch.
