It's finally Friday, and here we are flushing another week down the toilet.
Gunner getting sucked into a possessed stool at age 4.
This week was all about Halloween shenanigans and we got it kicked off right with a costume party Saturday night.
Gunner dressed up as a tooth brush-wearing Roman warrior hellbent on conquering his own house, I think. Rachel sported scrubs and showed up as a dentist or nurse. She never really clarified. Alas, I rocked a menacing Freddy Krueger costume. It's not very often that you can dress as a child molesting serial killer rapist and have no one bat an eye.
As the week rolled up, we enlisted that services of a professional haunted house clown to scare Rachel. It was an elaborate process that resulted in an extremely satisfying and morbidly pleasurable scare.
Here is an emotionally defeated Rachel post "clowning."
Compare that to myself and Gunner post "clowning," jubilently celebrating a successful heinous act.
It's not that we wanted to scare her, we just wanted her to face her fear, you know, like Batman...or something.
So that's it. That's what happened. Time for drinks, fellowship, and celebration because you made it through another week. I hope you have the best weekend anyone has ever had, and all the good things in the world happen to you and you alone.
Here's a video of a screwed up llama. Happy Friday, ya freak.