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Flashback Friday

Originally posted on November 2, 2012, today we going to throw out an old halloween themed entry.


BOO!


Some random Pictures of Halloween for the Blythe's.




The current Mrs. Blythe on the left with her little gaggle of ghouls: Asa, Evelyn, Brendan and Mackenzie.



Don't ask, I haven't a clue.  It's apparently me, but I have no memory of it.  But man, those legs are looking gooooood.



King Khahaackatoobig.  This may have actually been a get-up for one of Lisa's next door parties, but it makes this post because I found it and was, for a time, quite proud of my creation.  The insignia on the front of the headpiece was an "American Breeder's Association" logo.  I remember getting it from Jeff Sutor.  Thanks again, Jeff. 


Making another appearance on EIB, this is Brendan in one of his costumes.



Mackenzie at 18 months old and enjoying her first carved pumpkin with dad.  Nice plumber thingie going on there.



We must have had or was going to a Halloween party.  See, we had the Walking Dead back then, too.



Mackenzie as Carrie.  


Clowns?  God I hate clowns.  I don't remember who the clown is, but it might be Penny, who is the current Mrs. Blythe's neice.  That's Amy in the Minnie Mouse thing, then Mackenzie and that's the current Mrs. Blythe's sis, Patti on the right.



The ethereal and current Mrs. Blythe floating in from the other room.  She is the one who really got into the Halloween thing, me, not so much.  The only meaningful Halloween I remember was the one back in '77.  That's the day I started working at the Mary Davis Home.  




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