Another Halloween in the books and the kids looked great. Oliver dressed up as Charlie Chaplin--how great is that? I'm doubtful that many seven year old boys were begging their folks for a bowler, oversized shoes and a hitlerstache! Well, truth be known, he wanted to be a blood-thirsty pirate/vampire with saber tooth fangs, bat wings and headless parrot. Fortunately, Walgreens was sold out of that selection so Katrina suggested he pretend to be me. Um, no. While he loves me completely, he's not an idiot so she suggested Charlie. Ollie loves Charlie so--bam!--all is good. Katrina pulled it together without my direction and, not surprisingly, he rocked it. The kid is a natural. Zooey wanted to be a pirate princess or anything that would require a full face of make-up so, some how, we arrived at Geisha Girl. Not exactly the ideal character to portray but she would look beautiful and if no one mentions the subservient pleasure doll association, well, I guess it would be fine. (I didn't have the energy to fight it so, yes, I rolled over and capitulated.) I hate to say this but Zooey killed. She's a graceful beauty and carried it off with perfection.
Their stage mother was, not surprisingly, insane when I got home early from work. Granted, time was tight, Zooey's wig was missing and Ollie's stache adhesive was as useful as a magnet on wood, so Katrina behaved more like a Pollock than a Degas. Perhaps I should dismiss and accept all for what it is but, well, it's a struggle. Fortunately, after a few breathing exercises, it all worked out sans my twitching lip. And now I can sip my fifth glass of Knob Creek with little remembrance of anything. Ciao and good health to all.
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