The Boy and I woke up Saturday morning with full-blown colds, but when you’re hosting a party that you’ve been planning for weeks you don’t have a choice–you gotta do it!

We spent all day cleaning and preparing the foodstuffs, so the only food I had to cook during the party was homemade pizza (which was a hit!).

Layered white-on-milk chocolate fingers with pretzels for bones. Delicious. At least on Saturday our taste buds were partially working.

Last year the brains were grey and nobody ate them, so this year I stuck with a mixture of peach jello and evaporated milk to give them a nice healthy pink color, with “blood” (red food coloring) over the top. Success!

Ironic that I spent weeks obsessing over every detail of our costumes and we both got sick right before the party. Sudafed and coffee flew into our bodies at a steady rate all day Saturday while we cleaned and prepped the house.

Would my Cleopatra make-up have turned out better if I hadn’t been sick? I’d like to think so. Liquid eyeliner is notoriously tricky, but I still wish that I had added more glitter. Heigh ho!

I’m still proud of our costumes. I’m sure we’ll have opportunities to wear them in the future.

I went to Nordstrom Saturday morning to get fitted for a bra, since I needed a strapless bra for the costume.

I have a drawer full of 36 Bs from Victoria’s Secret (thanks Mom!) that are too large, and surprise! I’m a 34 C! How can someone with no boobs be a C cup??? The wonders of the female form.

Sickface posing. I love the way that gold sparkle fabric reflects the light.

My sister-in-law and her family were the first guests to arrive. I figured out her costume the moment she walked through the door: Crazy Cat Lady!

She had thrifted the hideous velour sweatshirt and Mom jeans, and it was perfect. “I think my Mom actually has jeans like that,” I told her.

Ronia, always charming, dressed as a dinosaur.

So sweet.

The Boy in the complete Marc Antony costume, including my gladiator sandals. Hawt. I made everything except the armor. He’s wearing it to work today.

Elliot as d.j.!

I introduced Jerry to poi in the backyard, while Brenna and the kids hooped.

I told Brenna to remind me to make her children some hoops. They don’t take long to make, and are so enjoyable!

The party turned out to be a success, much better than last year’s party when everyone left by 9 p.m..

I neglected to take pictures, of course, but that’s okay. Sometimes it’s better to enjoy the moment than be stuck behind a camera the entire time.

The germ-riddled Host and Hostess.

It’s especially hysterical that we hosted a karaoke Halloween party when the two of us were unable to sing. Oh we tried, sure. I managed to get through “Baby Got Back” and the Boy squawked his way through a song or two but it was a sad display.

Maggie was well-behaved (if begging for food nonstop and shamelessly offering her dogbody for scratching is well-behaved) and Bear Cub spent most of the evening outside, as she does. She’s not social.

Nice legs, Marc Antony!

The final guests sing karaoke. I hope they’re not sick.

Happy Halloween, blog-logs! I’m gonna get all riddled up on Sudafed and coffee and explore film noir on Netflix! Yes! Cough.