As the title suggests, this was certainly a jam-packed weekend.
Saturday, of course, was Halloween. Mini-Me, following in his daddy’s darker tendencies, decided to be the “scariest” thing he could come up with.
What he came up with, was the Zombie Doctor.
I had a lot of time to think about it this weekend, and I’m still not clear on what exactly a Zombie Doctor is.
Is it a doctor that was once human, but has been bitten by the undead and now has been transformed into a zombie, forever cursed with having to prowl the night looking for brains, dressed up like an extra from General Hospital?
Or, is he a zombie who, being the philanthropic sort, decided to devote his life to the treatment and betterment of his fellow undead, slaving away for years at zombie medical school until he earned his degree to practice medicine?
Alas, we may never know.
Also important to note from the picture above.... somehow, I CONTINUE to be as hot as ever. How do I do it?
In this picture we once again have Zombie Houser, MD, along with the catlike Friz, who also decided to dress up this year. Note the bloody knife Mini-Me is carrying. Apparently not “scary” enough, he demanded I buy him the bloody knife. It’s encased in plastic, and when you tip it upside down, blood drips down the blade.
Where were these cool fake weapons of dismemberment when I was a kid?
Here is Mini-Me with his posse. Note that the group is almost all female. Chip off the ol’ block, that one is.
To continue the celebratory weekend, on Sunday Mini-Me turned 7. He FLIPPED over his Zhu-Zhu gift (have I mentioned to you today that you rock, Shania?), and generally had a great day.
Not to be outdone, NEXT weekend we are having 20 kids over for his REAL birthday party. We hired a magician, and between HIM and 20 crazy kids running all around my house, I fully expect to be in need of some form of inebriation by noon or so. I will take pictures, I promise.