Halloween 2015

Happy Halloween from the Santa Cruz Loveridges! This year we're going as...

... an old married couple that unintentionally dresses alike. 

My mother made fabulous costumes for me and my brother when we were kids, but somehow I never quite caught the costuming bug. I do, however, love to decorate. Some of my handiwork this year...

Overview of the kitchen decor:

Closeup of table decorations:

If you can't read them, the little tombstones say "Ben Better 1810-1900," "Here lies an atheist. All dressed up and no place to go," and "Here lies Myra Mains." I should also note that I stole all of those from other sources; I'm not that clever.

Skeletons lurking among my grandmother's (now my) pitcher collection:

Skeletons take over the fruit baskets:

On to the living room, bat lamp pull and dragon claws on the side table:

Giant spiders drape over the lamp and TV, stuffed bats perch in chairs, candles light a trio of black mouse votives and a ceramic pumpkin (which belonged to my grandparents), the glitter ghost glows in the gargoyle corner:

Closer view of entertainment center:

Skeletons on the porch under the pumpkin lights:

The one on the left's speech bubble says "You know, I don't let my injury hold me back. My potential really is limbitless."

I had a bit of fun with our skeletons this year, since they were sitting in the living room until it was time for them to go out on to the porch this evening. In an attempt to amuse Steve, I made new conversations for them every afternoon before he got home from work. I wasn't going to post them (since they're so silly) but Steve said I should, so here goes...

Last year, Steve accidentally broke off one of the skeleton's arms while posing him a tad too assertively, so many of the "conversations" revolved around the skeleton's injury.

"I ulna wanna be with you!"

I've named the skeleton on the left (with the detached limb) Gary and the skeleton on the right Merv. I figured posting pictures of all of their exchanges would get tedious, so here's what they looked like:

and here's what they said:

Day 1
Merv: "What happened to your arm?!"
Gary: "Well, after the guy grabbed me, I demanded that he unhand me and... well..."

Day 2
Merv: "So, you know, I consider myself a pacifist..."
Gary: "Me too! I'm way into disarmament."
Merv: "That's not funny, Gary."

Day 3
Gary: "So why didn't you ask her out?"
Merv: "I dunno, guess I didn't have the guts."

Day 4
Gary: "... so now I'm banned from Costco."
Merv: "What did you expect? You can't go around throwing your arm down on the counter and requesting a 'five finger discount'. It's rude."

Day 5
Gary: "What did the five fingers say to the face?"
Merv: "I'm not answering that, Gary."

(that last one's a Chappelle's Show reference, for those of my blog audience who aren't familiar)

Now, I know you're all thinking it, isn't Steve lucky to have such a funny (and beautiful and talented and so on and so forth) wife?

Yeah, I know I'm fortunate he tolerates me.