The last warm weekend before Father Frost decided to visit, we went to the Brooklyn Bridge Park for some Calexico treats.
Then, in a blink of an eye, it was Halloween again. No longer the exciting and much hyped holiday I used to celebrate in college, this year masks were hastily purchased 4 days earlier, and more effort was put into preparing sweets than in putting together an awesome costume.
I baked in my pajamas. In fact, I spent most of the day in pajamas.
and “Not Dressed for Halloween” Brownies
Peter was a scary Norman Bates’s version of Mama Bates.
Jeff Superman laughs at a very sad clown Patrick.
The creepy Burger King gets down.
Whose baby is that? (Awesomest shirt ever. I want one.)
Where’s the masquerade party?