The devil of death saw a cowboy accessories kit at the costume store and has officially changed characters. We are now a cowboy. Apparently a holster with two orange plastic guns and a sheriff’s badge is more exciting than the red devil’s pitchfork we got at Wal-Mart. So he’s a cowboy sheriff with two orange guns and a badge and a red pitchfork. On the search for a hat tomorrow. (A cowboy sheriff hat, not a devil of death hat, as you may recall from the last post.)

Kaya is still Lady Gaga. We rented her a cool lime green go-go dress to go with her wig, sunglasses and hot pink fake nails.

Ian has talked about being the Balloon Boy but is getting a little old to really care too much. He’s still on the fence about trick-or-treating but I bet the lure of candy wins out.

I am being lame as usual and not dressing up, unless inspiration strikes between now and Saturday night. I’m tempted every year to totally cop out and go as a bellydancer, since I have about 17,000 possible costumes to choose from in my closet, but that would be cheating, and boring. Like dressing up as an assistant manager (my other identity). So I’ll probably just chaperone and then party with the other parents after trick-or-treating. As long as they get some good candy for me to steal, I’ll consider it a success.

This should be a good Halloween. Pics to come …