This is a picture of our entry in the ward pumpkin-carving contest a few years ago. We didn't win. I had hoped that Dilbert would at least get some kind of honorable mention.
This is a picture of Brady's gourmet black bean chili that we entered into the chili cook-off the next year. We didn't win. I thought grinding your own chili powder warranted some kind of honorable mention.
This is a picture of the next year when we actually went all out and dressed up for the costume contest (those are our good friends Sean and Alys with us). We didn't win. (I'm guessing if we had had a toddler to dress up as Scooby-Doo, we would have gotten an honorable mention.)
It's not so much that I'm bitter about our Halloween investment/loss ratio. Just feeling a bit worn out to put forth the effort this year. I had planned on dressing up (I was going to be a magic-8 ball---I refuse to do the whole pregnant belly jack-o-lantern thing). But we opted out of the Halloween party this year. Instead, I am hiding out in the dark pretending I'm not home so I don't have to get up over and over to answer the door to trick-or-treaters---is that too mean? I'm waiting for Brady to get back from the football game (he's working, not abandoning his pregnant wife to play) so we can drink hot chocolate, eat fresh biscotti (I'm a little candied out, sadly) and watch a good Hitchcock movie. I may be setting myself up for worse Halloween karma in years to come.
Come to think of it, given my current profile, Alfred Hitchcock might have been a good costume idea this year . . .
