I went to a Halloween party on Sunday.
I was Rosie the Riveter. I even had a sock project in my lunchbox--Rosie the Riveter was definitely a knitter. "Our boys need sox!"
There were a number of political costumes. From left to right, we have Joe Six-Pack, the Bridge to Nowhere, Sarah Palin, a McCain/Palin yard sign, Sarah Palin, and "A Russian who's voting for Sarah Palin because She's Her Neighbor."
Awards were given--the 2008 Weenies. ('Cause it's Halloween--get it?)
Jackson the Pumpkin was fascinated by his "Most Adorable" award.
And Sarah Palin told me that I should take home the Hockey Mom award ("Everyone's a winner!"), so I did.
We also carved pumpkins.
Click to embiggen and see the designs. The front row is exclusively Obama-related; someone brought a bunch of Obama patterns, because apparently there's a chance to win an iPod.
I picked that pattern because it was more subtle than the others.
A good time was had by all.
In cat news, I got home from work today to find that someone had knocked down the flowers I had on the kitchen table, and there was water everywhere. At first I wasn't sure who to be secretly mad at (there's no good yelling at them now, after the fact), when I spotted the smoking gun in my water glass.
Only one resident of this house has soft, fluffy white hair. Grrr.