Of Halloween Shindydiggers, Freaky Flan, and a Funeral for a Squirrel

Hidily ho, bloggareenos! Last night we attended the Halloween party of Stephen and Sara (possibly an "h" on the end there, not sure) Gibson, which was ever so loverly and featured me and Alyssa as a zookeeper and a bear, respectively; Stephen and Sara as a vampire nerd and a witch; Daniel and Trista Gibson as hippies; and Mike and Kristy Freeman as a devil and a roller-skating chick with a facial wound. There was food aplenty, which included a quesillo (the Venezuelan version of flan) made by yours truly, featuring a handcrafted scene involving me and Alyssa (played by the same army guy and Cabbage Patch doll that were on our wedding cake) making out on a Fruit Roll-Up blanket and unknowingly being attacked by irradiated tarantulas and gummy worms. It was pretty dang rad. We also played games such as doughnut bobbing and "Clue Charades," which is where you have to act out the murderer, weapon, and room. Everybody laughed pretty hard at me trying to act out "Catholic church." Okay, so I don't know how to make the sign of the cross! Why should I? I only interacted with Catholics every day for 22 months in Venezuela!

As for today, the most memorable moment was when I went to the Valentines' house to feed their cat and I discovered, right in front of the back door, a dead squirrel. I think the cat must have killed it and dragged it there as a token of our everlasting friendship (yeah right). I didn't know what to do with it, so I got Mike Freeman and we decided to bury it in the garden. With us still in our church clothes, it was almost like a funeral service. Poor little fella.