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post coital bliss... or the halloween that almost wasn't

Cami Kaos

02 Nov 2009 — 1 min read

Normally just after (or just before) October 31st I supply you with photos of the Halloween festivities that pepper my family life throughout the month of October.

Not this year.

I was sick, we were harried, life was hectic. So instead of the sweet family portrait of the three of us dressed in some sort of unified front I present to you the following iPhone snapshots...

Mike had just enough time to throw on a hat and a crazy expression before getting K out the door to the parade. I was home sick in bed.

I feel the need to add some text here... just for a visual break between the photos because those two photos up there? They have nothing to do with this next photo down there. Completely separate events. 6 days apart... I didn't take my daughter trick or treating this way, I went to the RCR Halloween Bash dressed as...

... a blood thirsty trampy vampire nurse

Plans are already underway for next year. They don't involve a dress that I have to pull down every 37 seconds but there will be cleavage.

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