Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac hit the town, taxpayer money in hand

Mortgages for everyone!

We don't think many people understood our costume, which, I suppose, is what happens when you move away from a social circle made up almost entirely of P. Scholars and into South Jersey. Molly's beard, however, was a big hit at the bar we went to in Philadelphia. (In case you were wondering, it is made out of hairspray and coffee grounds). We also discovered, to our great dismay, that the drunker men get, the less likely they are to care that you have a beard or have lipstick on your face. We took to asking everyone who tried to dance with us who they were voting for on Tuesday. I mean, Pennsylvania is a swing state, or at least John McCain would like us to believe.

I would also like to mention that my brother Trevin may have also dressed like Fannie Mae and claimed the idea as his own. This is not only untrue, but it might even infringe on my constitutional rights if Sarah Palin continues to expand the definition of the first amendment until it covers "everything other people do that I don't like." I guess we'll find out for sure whether Halloween costumes are covered once we get the governor's reaction to these. (Sorry for the HuffPo link, but they are the only ones who put together a slide show fast enough).

More of our Halloween shots are in a slide show below. Also, the first milkshed-related post will be up tomorrow, and in them you will learn about how I wasted four years of my life avoiding my true calling as a gravedigger.

SLIDE SHOW:

Yes we carve!

Clearly, there are more important things than the shed right now. Like broadcasting our political views via large squash. Look and despair, ye Republicans of Whig Lane Road! 

Hopefully, our fence and 14-year-old dog will deter would-be pumpkin smashers on Mischief Night. Not that many of the people who live remotely close to my house would readily wield a bat (is that how they do it?). 80% are of the community that receives discounts on movie tickets and recently changed its ten-year plan to include camper tours of NJ state parks rather than cruises in the Caribbean. Sorry, Pappy. Fortunately you can still afford peanut brittle. 

But seriously: we'll start writing about the renovations soon. Since Caitlin doesn't have a job and spends the time that I'm not here watching West Wing, I'll leave the ground-breaking to her.