Art and I went to a costume-required Halloween party last night and we had so much fun! I talked to my friend who was throwing the party several times prior to the evening to make sure our costumes wouldn't offend anyone (and also because there were going to be children about). Art and I decided to go as a redneck couple, our inspiration being our old neighbor Dallas and his wife Trixie, as well as many of the patients I work with. We were utterly inappropriate but a great hit.

Art wore his "Rambo doesn't sleep; he waits" t-shirt with camo pants, camo hooded sweatshirt, a long heavy chain dangling from his pocket, his Leonard Skinnard dude-rag and a cigarette behind his ear. Sounds pretty tame, right? But next to me, he was a perfect compliment. I wore the "Everyone loves a redneck" t-shirt he bought me in Bonneville, ratty low-rise jeans (whale tale exposed), a pillowcase stuffed with t-shirts for my pregnant belly, bad make-up and three pairs of large hoop earrings. I also wore a pair of high heels that are usually cute, but with the outfit came off really trashy. To top off the outfit I had a baby- a black baby. I looked everywhere in Tipton for a black baby but had no luck- probably because there are no black people living in Tipton who would need or want a black baby doll. So I had to go for the next best thing- a white baby with brown shoe polish. People thought this was hysterical and began calling her "Baby Jolsen". I started out the evening with the baby taped to my leg, but the stickyness wore off so she spent most of the evening laying on the coffee table.