Halloween is this weekend.
And I’m usually not one for the gross or horrifying parts of Halloween (please do not let one of my children ever want to dress up as “person with a bloody axe in their skull” or something).
But then, sometimes, by coincidence, you find something that truly is terrifying and it’s right around Halloween and so you put aside all your personal convictions and you post it.
Before the horrifying picture, though, let me show you the top two photos of a photobooth strip I came across in a box this week:
Cute, yes? I’m not exactly sure what year this is, but I’m guessing it was around 2001. My dad had a dental seminar of some sort in California and he took Merrick and me along where we ate an embarrassing amount of donuts at the breakfast buffet at the hotel and sat around watching TV while he was gone during the day. I also remember some very intense games of Skip-Bo. In the evenings, he’d come back and we’d go off to some grand adventure (I specifically recall the go-carts and how we made it our mission to beat the really smug and competitive girl there. I believe we succeeded).
Tragically, this nice photostrip is marred by the gem that holds the #3 spot in the strip:
The braces aren’t helping, certainly, but wow, those eyebrows. Are they eating my face? Also, I appear to have forgotten to pack a comb on this trip.
(Go check out Merrick the Vampire, too).