Which one of these is not like the other?
If you guessed Waldo, you guessed right!
Only monosyllabicly named men were actually at the event.
Which one of these is not like the other?
If you guessed Waldo, you guessed right!
Only monosyllabicly named men were actually at the event.
Me and my belly enjoying the leaves...
There's a great big sign at the Sculpture Garden that says, "DO NOT TOUCH ANY OF THE SCULPTURES." The thing is, Henry and Porter can't read.
Thanks to the talented Peter Orvetti for the pix!
An unfortunate soul in our front yard.
This devilish vixen is the Godmother and mistress of ceremonies of Halloween on Lamont Street. Athena Viscusi has been throwing this bash for 15 years now. We are lucky enough to have moved into her house, and even luckier to call her our friend. She does all the heavy lifting, permit-getting, planning, organizing, and cleaning up of this beloved event. She keeps threatening to quit doing it, but we hope she'll keep reneging on that promise.
Please note the ever-adorable Orvetti brothers/choo choo boys.
Here's Abby holding Sadie, and Farrar and Peter supervising the boys.
Todd trying (in vain) to screw Henry's head on straight. Our family costumes were a theme this year, Todd was the Leaning Tower of Pizza, (he leaned more and more noticeably as the night wore on) and I was the Mona Lisa.
I picked my costume specifically when this story came to light last week. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/5384822.stm
Here is a verbatim conversation that happened last week.
Me: (from the other room) "Henry, where are you?"
Henry: (yelling) "I'm here!"
Me: (finding him sitting in the living room thumbing through an enormous dictionary) "What are you doing?"
Henry: (looks up) "I'm reading."
And he sat there quietly thumbing through the dictionary for another 20 minutes.
He's an odd bird, that one.