It's fun to have a husband that goes along with your crazy ideas.
When I told Steve I wanted to be a "Desperate Housewife" and for him to be a dead husband, he didn't bat an eyelash. I wish we had taken more pictures, so you could see how this butcher knife was sticking out of his chest all on its own. When I told him it was time for makeup, he came in and sat right down like he'd done it a million times before.
This was a last minute costume decision, as are all of our past, present and probably future Halloweens.
I love Halloween, but am notorious for coming up with our costumes that day of, (or the day before if we're lucky).
I'm not sure why.
I always have grand plans to sew amazing getups, and with the amount of sewing I do, it doesn't seem too unreasonable, but that's just the way I roll.
Regardless, we had an awesome night carving pumpkins (see him in the photo? Steve made sure he was in it), trunk or treating, trick or treating (minus Alfie telling the neighbor lady that he didn't like her candy) and eating chinese with Steve's Dad.