festive in sweats, doesn't she.

you know, costumes.

a
refrigerator. a
Norskie and i went up to him/it and pretended that we were having a phone conversation. this is how it went:
"hey, is you're refrigerator running?"
"uh, yes. i think so."
"well then, you'd better go catch it!"

cavemen, babies, Norwegian candy...

Indian princes, mice, whores, Jesus...

the moon costume in the back should have gotten the award for "most awkward to be in and try to function" or perhaps the
refrigerator should have gotten that.

dead girls, more
fairies...

pirates, trolls....

a couple of days later, i took this picture from our
cafeteria.

and this one (Martha and Therese).

and this one (Hedge and
Siri).

and this one.

and this one (Therese under the table).
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