It’s tradition. We do it every year and, every year our costumes are different. My kids are always troopers although they aren’t big fans of dressing up in public (except for my daughter – she’s a ham for attention). Once the free food hit the tray, the costumes were ripped apart and tossed in the can. Looking forward to doing it again in 2011!
While standing in line to order, one lady grabbed Mitch’s forearm, looked at me and said, “Mam, is this your husband? He’s a mighty fine lookin’ cow!”. Yeah, I already know that, but thanks for announcing to everyone else in the restaurant that I have a HOT husband.