
Costume football on Halloween. Cool.

A successful and fun Halloween party at the Forsberg house....except for the dog poop that was tracked throughout. We don't have direct proof, but we're pretty sure it was Sponge Bob Poo Shoe that did it. Thank goodness for tile flooring.

I dressed as myself in 1989 and Laurie dressed as a dirty hippy. Ahhh high school. Nothing much has changed. Laurie still can't keep her eyes open for pictures. However, I can still button my letter jacket...barely. Thanks mom for always buying my clothes too big. It finally paid off. Now if I can just find my size 13 moon boots.

NINJA PLEASE! Stealthy isn't he?

The Grim Reaper also paid us a visit. Hopefully this isn't a sign of things to come today. CUZ THE PACKERS NEED TO WIN!!!
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