We had planned a "Harvest" Party here at our house last night for a group from church. Ok, it was really a Halloween party, but so as not to offend anyone, we called it a Harvest party. Was that the politically correct thing to do? Or was that the chicken thing to do? Anyway...We had people over for food and fun and costumes were optional. I've been looking forward to this night for a while. Had food planned. Had costumes planned. Worked all week getting the house ready. Worked till the last minute. I knew Mike was going to be late, but didn't know he'd miss the party. :( (He came at the end with no time to change in to his costume.)
So, here's Miss Olive Oyl without her Popeye.