Erik told me I needed to keep up on our blog. And when I didn't do it that day, he posted for me. That is why you have been staring at these pictures with no words. Well, thanks to me you now get commentary.
Before we left the house I swear Erik almost got struck down by lightning for his costume. But I have to say it was extremely hilarious, and he did look pretty cute (?). Of course, I was thy typical gangsta-thug.
Why yes you are right, that is Obama on my money necklace. And yes my belt buckle is a goblet that says "PIMP" on it.
You know the party gets wild when Erik starts singing karaoke.